eleven o’clock
For the moment , the sunshine fell brightly into the churchyard , there was a vague scent of sap and of spring , perhaps of violets from off the graves . Some white daisies were out , bright as angels . In the air , the unfolding leaves of a copper-beech were blood-red . Punctually at eleven o'clock , the carriages began to arrive . There was a stir in the crowd at the gate , a concentration as a carriage drove up , wedding guests were mounting up the steps and passing along the red carpet to the church . They were all gay and excited because the sun was shining . Gudrun watched them closely , with objective curiosity .