CHAPTER LXVII.
EXPLANATION.
The danger that Remy braved was a real one, for the traveler, afterhaving passed the village and gone on for a quarter of a league, andseeing no one before him, made up his mind that those whom he sought hadremained behind in the village. He would not retrace his steps, but laydown in a field of clover; having made his horse descend into one ofthose deep ditches which in Flanders serve as divisions between theproperties, he was therefore able to see without being seen. This youngman, as Remy knew, and Diana suspected, was Henri du Bouchage, whom astrange fatality threw once more into the presence of the woman he haddetermined to fly. After his conversation with Remy, on the thres