eight o'clock in the evening
I had the fortitude to sit through that first evening and the subsequent evenings ... all to the end ! I could have no hope of anything . Liza and the prince became every day more devoted to each other ... But I had absolutely lost all sense of personal dignity , and could not tear myself away from the spectacle of my own misery . I remember one day I tried not to go , swore to myself in the morning that I would stay at home , and at eight o'clock in the evening -LRB- I usually set off at seven -RRB- leaped up like a madman , put on my hat , and ran breathless into Kirilla Matveitch 's drawing-room . My position was excessively absurd . I was obstinately silent ; sometimes for whole days together I did not utter a sound . I was , as I have said already , never distinguished for eloquence ; but now everything I had in my mind took flight , as it were , in the presence of the prince , and I was left bare and bereft .