"Himself."
"He is not highness, my dear Monsieur Buvat."
"Oh! I thought all princes—"
"This is only a prince of the third order, and he will be quite satisfied if you call him monseigneur."
"You think so?"
"I am sure of it."
"And when shall I find him?"
"After your dinner; from five to half-past five. You remember the address?"
"Yes; Rue du Bac, 110. I will be there, monsieur."
"Now," said D'Harmental, "au revoir! And you, mademoiselle," said he, turning to Bathilde, "receive my thanks for your kindness in keeping me company while I waited for M. Buvat—a kindness for which I shall be eternally grateful."