Our cautious merchant so arranged our lodging-places that we were never on the road after dark.

His system caused much delay, as we often rested a half-day in a town that we might be able to lodge there over night.

In this deliberate manner of proceeding, life was a sweet, lazy holiday, and our journey was like a May outing.

We were all very happy--almost ominously so.
After the explanation between Max and Yolanda on the hill at Basel she made no effort to avoid him, and he certainly did not avoid her.

They both evidently rested on his remark that he would never again speak upon a certain subject.