They went down towards the Seine, in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the
quay one of those ancient noctambulant coup้s which, exactly as if they were ashamed to show
their misery during the day, are never seen round Paris until after nightfall.
It took them to their door in the Rue des Martyrs and once more, sadly, they climbed up
homeward. All was ended, for her. And as to him, he reflected that he must be at the Ministry at
ten o’clock.
She removed the wraps, which covered her shoulders, before the glass, so as once more to see
herself in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She had no longer the necklace around
her neck!