seven o’clock
`` Poor , unlucky fellow ! '' thought Levin , and tears came into his eyes from love and pity for this man . He would have talked with him , and tried to comfort him , but remembering that he had nothing but his shirt on , he changed his mind and sat down again at the open pane to bathe in the cold air and gaze at the exquisite lines of the cross , silent , but full of meaning for him , and the mounting lurid yellow star . At seven o'clock there was a noise of people polishing the floors , and bells ringing in some servants ' department , and Levin felt that he was beginning to get frozen . He closed the pane , washed , dressed , and went out into the street . The streets were still empty . Levin went to the house of the Shtcherbatskys .