two o'clock
A hateful autumn rain was drizzling as though through a sieve . Podzharov leaned his elbow on a lamp-post and abandoned himself to a feeling of uneasiness . He was wet through and exhausted . At two o'clock in the night the guests began coming out of Zybaev 's house . The landowner from Tula was the last to make his appearance . He heaved a sigh that could be heard by the whole street and scraped the pavement with his heavy overboots . `` Excuse me ! ''