two
o'clock in the afternoon
There is such a mist that in the middle of the day I have to pick my way carefully from Straubinger 's to our villa . Everything is wrapped in a thick veil , -- the houses , the trees , the mountains , and cascades . The shapes of things dissolve and disappear in the moist clouds that weigh upon everything , and also upon the human mind . We light the lamps at two o'clock in the afternoon . The ladies have finished packing , and we should have gone in spite of the mist , but the road is torn up by the mountain torrents beyond Hofgastein . Pani Celina again suffers from headaches , and my aunt , after receiving a letter from Chwastowski about the harvest , walks with heavy steps about the room , talking to herself and scolding Chwastowski . Aniela looked pale and out of sorts in the morning .