he looked intently around him, and wondered why he had come here; he was very tired, so he approached the bench and sat down on it. around him was profound silence; the music in the vauxhall was over. the park seemed quite empty, though it was not, in reality, later than half-past eleven. it was a quiet, warm, clear night a real petersburg night of early june; but in the dense avenue, where he was sitting, it was almost pitch dark.