eight o’clock
I would have looked after her quite differently ! '' Sipiagin listened to her indulgently , sympathetically , but with a severe expression on his face . He continued standing in a stooping position without moving his head so long as she held her arms round his shoulders ; he called her an angel , kissed her on the forehead , declared that he now knew what course he must pursue as head of the house , and went out , carrying himself like an energetic humane man , who was conscious of having to perform an unpleasant but necessary duty . At eight o'clock , after dinner , Nejdanov was sitting in his room writing to his friend Silin . `` MY DEAR VLADIMIR , -- I write to you at a critical moment of my life . I have been dismissed from this house , I am going away from here . That in itself would be nothing -- I am not going alone .