seven o'clock in the morning
But by the time one gets to the pond , one 's utterly dead , and , coming back , one 's dead again . You see , there 's no shade in the garden . ' ` That 's true , there 's no shade , ' replied Nikolai Petrovitch , rubbing his forehead . One day at seven o'clock in the morning Bazarov , returning from a walk , came upon Fenitchka in the lilac arbour , which was long past flowering , but was still thick and green . She was sitting on the garden seat , and had as usual thrown a white kerchief over her head ; near her lay a whole heap of red and white roses still wet with dew . He said good morning to her . ` Ah !