A quarter to six
he said . `` What time is it ? '' asked Olga Mihalovna , in order to hear the unfamiliar note in her voice again . `` A quarter to six , '' answered the midwife . `` And what if I really am dying ? '' thought Olga Mihalovna , looking at her husband 's head and the window-panes on which the rain was beating . `` How will he live without me ?