seven o'clock
He smiled meaningly , and I departed . Having no knowledge of what hour the Empress intended to visit the shrine of Our Lady , I was back again at the monastery at dawn when I found the Starets had quite recovered . As soon as I told him of the presence of the Tsaritza he bustled about , and in his oldest robe , rusty , travel-worn and frayed , he accompanied me to the fine church of Bogoroditsky . It was then only seven o'clock , and we found the church with its many candles and its much venerated shrine quite deserted save for one or two peasant women who had halted to pray on their way to work . Outside we stood together gazing down the long white road which led from the direction of the Hotel Frantsiya . `` Alexandra Feodorovna must certainly come this way , '' remarked the ragged `` saint '' as I stood at his side . `` Remain here and keep watch .