nine o'clock
Marie was in despair and indignation that `` he could dream of leaving her alone . '' `` But , '' he cried ecstatically , `` this is the very last step ! And then for a new life and we 'll never , never think of the old horrors again ! '' He somehow appeased her and promised to be back at nine o'clock ; he kissed her warmly , kissed the baby and ran down quickly to Erkel . They set off together to Stavrogin 's park at Skvoreshniki , where , in a secluded place at the very edge of the park where it adjoined the pine wood , he had , eighteen months before , buried the printing press which had been entrusted to him . It was a wild and deserted place , quite hidden and at some distance from the Stavrogins ' house . It was two or perhaps three miles from Filipov 's house .