nine o'clock
The man of learning gets up resolutely and begins dictating , but after ten lines sits down on the lounge again . `` No ... . Perhaps we had better put it off till to-morrow morning , '' he says . `` Come to-morrow morning , only come early , at nine o'clock . God preserve you from being late ! '' Ivan Matveyitch lays down his pen , gets up from the table and sits in another chair . Five minutes pass in silence , and he begins to feel it is time for him to go , that he is in the way ; but in the man of learning 's study it is so snug and light and warm , and the impression of the nice rusks and sweet tea is still so fresh that there is a pang at his heart at the mere thought of home .