eight o'clock in the morning
With the passage of the days and weeks , the strange faces which had familiarized themselves at the springs disappeared ; even some of those which had become the faces of acquaintance began to go . In the diminishing crowd the smile of Otterson was no longer to be seen ; the sad , severe visage of Major Eltwin , who seemed never to have quite got his bearings after his error with General Triscoe , seldom showed itself . The Triscoes themselves kept out of the Marches ' way , or they fancied so ; Mrs. Adding and Rose alone remained of their daily encounter . It was full summer , as it is everywhere in mid-August , but at Carlsbad the sun was so late getting up over the hills that as people went to their breakfasts at the cafes up the valley of the Tepl they found him looking very obliquely into it at eight o'clock in the morning . The yellow leaves were thicker about the feet of the trees , and the grass was silvery gray with the belated dews . The breakfasters were fewer than they had been , and there were more little barefooted boys and girls with cups of red raspberries which they offered to the passers with cries of `` Himbeeren ! Himbeeren ! ''