He was still out.

At last, at eight o'clock I went to him again, meaning to leave a note if I did not find him; again I failed to find him.

His lodging was shut up, and he lived alone without a servant of any sort.
I did think of knocking at Captain Lebyadkin's down below to ask about Shatov; but it was all shut up below, too, and there was no sound or light as though the place were empty.

I passed by Lebyadkin's door with curiosity, remembering the stories I had heard that day.

Finally, I made up my mind to come very early next morning.