About twelve o’clock
`` I shall leave the book here , '' she called after him ; `` fetch it when you have finished . '' The servant smiled knowingly when he saw him come , and Paul hardly dared to raise his eyes to him . Each time when he passed at his work the place where she was resting in the wood she raised herself up a little and waved to him with her pocket-handkerchief . About twelve o'clock she rolled up her hammock , stepped to the edge of the wood , and called out a farewell to him through her folded hands . He took off his cap to thank her , but the servant looked the other way and whistled softly , as if he had seen nothing . During dinner that day his mother could not take her eyes from her son , and when they were alone she went up to him , took his head in both her hands , and said , `` What has happened to you , my boy ? '' `` Why ? ''