twelve o’clock
`` All the same he 's a good man ; truthful , good-hearted , and remarkable in his own line , '' Anna said to herself going back to her room , as though she were defending him to someone who had attacked him and said that one could not love him . `` But why is it his ears stick out so strangely ? Or has he had his hair cut ? '' Precisely at twelve o'clock , when Anna was still sitting at her writing-table , finishing a letter to Dolly , she heard the sound of measured steps in slippers , and Alexey Alexandrovitch , freshly washed and combed , with a book under his arm , came in to her . `` It 's time , it 's time , '' said he , with a meaning smile , and he went into their bedroom . `` And what right had he to look at him like that ? '' thought Anna , recalling Vronsky 's glance at Alexey Alexandrovitch .