About ten o'clock in the morning
Clara and the Sniatynskis have not arrived . Instead of this , there came a letter , informing us they would come to-morrow , the weather permitting . To-day we had a thunder-storm , the like of which they have not experienced here for a long time . About ten o'clock in the morning a hot wind rose , which smothered everything in clouds of dust . The wind fell at times , and then rose again with such fury that it seemed to lay the trees flat . Our beautiful park was filled with the sound of crashing branches , and clouds of dust mingled with torn-off leaves and twigs . The great lime-tree close to the pavilion , where young Latysz died , was split in two .