At these words he rang: an usher appeared. "Send Ravanne."
The usher went out; a few seconds afterward a young officer of guards entered.
"Ravanne," said Monsieur Philippe, "conduct this gentleman to the gate of the Palais Royal. There he is free to go where he wishes."
"Yes, monseigneur," answered the young officer.
A cloud passed over Buvat's eyes, and he opened his mouth to ask who it was that was being called monseigneur, but Ravanne did not leave him time.
"Come, monsieur," said he, "I await you."
Buvat looked at Monsieur Philippe and the page with a stupefied air; but the latter—not understanding his hesitation—renewed his invitation to follow. Buvat obeyed, drawing out his handkerchief, and wiping his forehead.
At the door, the sentinel wished to stop Buvat.
"By the order of his royal highness Monseigneur the Regent, monsieur is free," said Ravanne.
The soldier presented arms, and allowed him to pass.