But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the staircase. When they were out in the street they could not find a cab; they began to look for one, shouting at the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance.

They walked down towards the Seine, desperate and shivering. At last they found on the quay one of those old night-prowling carriages, which are only to be seen in Paris after dark, as though they were ashamed of their shabbiness in the daylight.

It brought them to their door in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they walked up to their own apartment. It was the end, for her. As for him, he was thinking he must be at the office at ten.

She took off the garments in which she had wrapped her shoulders, so as to see herself in all her glory before the mirror. But suddenly she uttered a cry. The necklace was no longer round her neck!

"What’s the matter with you?" asked her husband, already half undressed.

She turned towards him in the utmost distress.

"I...I...I’ve no longer got Madame Forestier‘s necklace..."

He started with astonishment.

"What? Impossible!"

They searched in the folds of her dress, in the folds of the coat, in the pockets, everywhere. They could not find it.

"Are you sure that you still had it on when you came away from the ball?" he asked.

"Yes, I touched it in the ball at the Ministry."

"But if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall."

"Yes, probably we should. Did you take the number of the cab?"

"No. You didn‘t notice it, did you?"

"‘‘No."