"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 dykes 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 canals and cross-roads; therefore on the road of which you speak there must be great numbers of horses, carts, and people."
"I should have thought the great road better for all that."
"I do not know; it was the order."