CHAPTER XXIX.

THE FERRY ON THE OISE. We hope our readers have not quite forgotten the young traveller whom we left on his road to Flanders. In losing sight of his guardian, whom he had quitted, gazing after him in front of the royal Basilica, Raoul spurred on his horse, in order not only to escape from his own melancholy reflections, but also to hide from Olivain the emotion which his face might betray. An hour's rapid progress, however, was sufficient to disperse the gloomy fancies which had clouded the young man's bright antic…