seven in the morning
My thoughts are not at all tender , not even friendly , towards Pani Kromitzka ; but they swarm around me like angry bees , and I can not drive them away . 17 April . I have been to Ploszow , and found things very different indeed from what I had pictured to myself . I left Warsaw at seven in the morning in a cab , counting I should be in Ploszow by eight . The oppressive feeling still remained with me . I had said to myself that I would not make any plans about that first meeting , or my future bearing towards her . Let chance be my guide .