eight o'clock in the morning
`` Stavrogin ! '' Verhovensky called after him , `` I give you a day ... two , then ... three , then ; more than three I ca n't -- and then you 're to answer ! '' Meanwhile an incident had occurred which astounded me and shattered Stepan Trofimovitch . At eight o'clock in the morning Nastasya ran round to me from him with the news that her master was `` raided . '' At first I could not make out what she meant ; I could only gather that the `` raid '' was carried out by officials , that they had come and taken his papers , and that a soldier had tied them up in a bundle and `` wheeled them away in a barrow . '' It was a fantastic story . I hurried at once to Stepan Trofimovitch .