"Alas! Remy, every one has his own share of suffering. I trust G.o.d will console this poor youth."
Remy replied with a sigh, and they went on with no other sound than that of their horses" feet on the hard road. Two hours pa.s.sed thus. Just as they were about to enter Vilvoide, Remy turned his head, for he heard the sound of horses" feet behind them. He stopped and listened, but could see nothing. His eyes uselessly tried to pierce through the darkness of the night, and as he no longer heard any sounds, they rode on and entered the town.
"Madame," said he, "if you will take my advice, you will stay here; daylight will soon appear, the horses are tired, and you yourself need repose."
"Remy, you are anxious about something."
"Yes, about your health, madame. Believe me, a woman cannot support so much fatigue; I can scarcely do so myself."
"As you please, Remy."
"Well, then, enter that narrow street. I see a light at the end of it, which must proceed from an inn. Be quick, I beg you."
"You have heard something?"
"I thought I heard a horse"s feet. I am not sure, but I will stay behind a minute to find out."
The lady, without replying, went on, and Remy got off his horse and let him follow her, while he hid himself behind an immense post and waited.
The lady knocked at the door of the inn, behind which, according to the hospitable custom of the country, watched, or rather slept, a maid servant. The girl woke up and received the traveler with perfect good-humor, and then opened the stable-door for the two horses.
"I am waiting for my companion," said Diana; "let me sit by the fire; I shall not go to bed until he comes."
The servant threw some straw to the horses, shut the stable door, then returned to the kitchen, put a chair by the fire, snuffed the candle with her fingers, and went to sleep again.
Meanwhile Remy was watching for the arrival of the traveler whose horse he had heard. He saw him enter the town and go on slowly, and seeming to listen; then, seeing the inn, he appeared to hesitate whether to go there or to continue his journey. He stopped close to Remy, who laid his hand on his knife.
"It is he again," thought Remy, "and he is following us. What can he want?"
After a minute the traveler murmured in a low voice, "They must have gone on, and so will I," and he rode forward.
"To-morrow we will change our route," thought Remy.
And he rejoined Diana, who was waiting impatiently for him.
"Well," said she softly, "are we followed?"
"There is no one, I was wrong; you may sleep in perfect safety, madame."
"I am not sleepy, Remy."
"At least have supper, madame; you have scarcely eaten anything."
"Willingly, Remy."
They reawakened the poor servant, who got up as good-humoredly as before, and hearing what they wanted, took from the cupboard a piece of salt pork, a cold leveret, and some sweets, which she set before them, together with a frothing jug of Louvain beer.
Remy sat down with Diana, who drank half a gla.s.s of beer, and ate a piece of bread. Remy did the same, and then they both rose.
"Are you not going to eat any more?" asked the girl.
"No, thank you, we have done."
"Will you not eat any meat? it is very nice."
"I am sure it is excellent, but we are not hungry."
The girl clasped her hands in astonishment at this strange abstinence; it was not thus she was used to see travelers eat.
Remy threw a piece of money on the table.
"Oh!" said the girl, "I cannot change all that; six farthings would be all your bill."
"Keep it all, my girl," said Diana; "it is true my brother and I eat little, but we pay the same as others."
The servant became red with joy.
"Tell me, my girl," said Remy, "is there any cross-road from here to Mechlin?"
"Yes, monsieur, but it is very bad, while the regular road is a very fine one."
"Yes, my child, I know that, but we wish to travel by the other."
"Oh! I told you, monsieur, because, as your companion is a lady, the road would not do for her."
"Why not?"
"Because to-night a great number of people will cross the country to go to Brussels."--"To Brussels?"
"Yes; it is a temporary emigration."
"For what reason?"
"I do not know; they had orders."
"From whom--the Prince of Orange?"
"No; from monseigneur."
"Who is he?"
"I do not know, monsieur."
"And who are the emigrants?"
"The inhabitants of the country and of the villages which have no d.y.k.es or ramparts."
"It is strange."
"We ourselves," said the girl, "are to set out at daybreak, as well as all the other people in the town. Yesterday, at eleven o"clock, all the cattle were sent to Brussels by ca.n.a.ls and cross-roads; therefore on the road of which you speak there must be great numbers of horses, carts, and people."