"Iss eet not grand!" he cried. "What a change from yesterday! T'ough how you haf accomplishe' eet, monsieur—"
"No matter," interrupted Rushford. "Which is the next best of your apartments, Pelletan?"
"T'e nex' best? Why, apartment B, monsieur. Eet iss t'e counterpart of apartment A, only on t'e nort' side of t'e house instead of t'e sout'."
"And it is still empty?"
"At two hundret francs t'e tay? Oh, yess, monsieur; only a Prince can afford eet now."
"Well, you will prepare it at once—"
"Ah, monsieur himself will take eet! T'at iss just! I shall pe too happy—"
"No, no; you've just said that only a Prince can afford it and it's my business to produce him! Let's see—it's nearly nine—well, at ten o'clock, there will arrive in a special train—"
Monsieur Pelletan had turned pale.
"Een a special train?" he faltered. "What! Some one else?"