"At the Prince de Listhnay's, Rue du Bac, 110."
"The Prince de Listhnay! And who is he?"
"One of our own making—D'Avranches, the valet-de-chambre to Madame de Maine."
"And you think that he will play his part well?"
"Not for you, perhaps, who are accustomed to see princes, but for Buvat."
"You are right. Au revoir, abbe!"
"You find the pretext good?"
"Capital."
"Go, then, and good luck go with you."
D'Harmental descended the stairs four at a time; then, having arrived at the middle of the street, and seeing the abbe watching him from the window, he made a parting sign to him with his hand, and disappeared through the door of Bathilde's house.