midday
From the carriage window , she saw a wayside place that took her fancy . `` Here , Maurice ; let us get out here . '' Having breakfasted , and left their bags at an inn , they strayed at random along an inviting road lined with apple-trees . When Louise grew tired , they rested in the arbour of a primitive GASTHAUS , and ate their midday meal . Afterwards , in a wood , he spread a rug for her , and she lay in a nest of sun-spots . Only their own voices broke the silence . Then she fell asleep , and , until she opened her eyes again , and called to him in surprise , no sound was to be heard but the sudden , crisp rustling of some bird or insect .