Her husband, already half-undressed, demanded:
"What is the matter with you?"
She turned madly towards him:
"I have I have I've lost Mme. Forestier's necklace."
He stood up, distracted.
"What! how? Impossible!
And they looked in the folds of her dress, in the folds of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere.
They did not find it. He asked: