" Madame! Monsieur! Come down right away. We are robbed ! we are robbed ! ' '
There was a sudden avalanche, a frightful plunge down the stairs. Madame, in her chemise, with her shoulders scarcely covered by a light neckker- chief. Monsieur, in his drawers and shirt. And both of them, dishevelled, pale, and grimacing, as if they had been awakened in the middle of a nightmare, shouted:
" "What is the matter? "What is the matter? "
' ' We are robbed ! we are robbed ! ' '
Â«' We are robbed, what? We are robbed, what?"
In the dining-room, Madame groaned :
'Â«MyGod! My God!"
While, with distorted mouth. Monsieur continued to scream:
' ' We are robbed, what ? what ? ' '
Guided by Joseph into the servants' hall, Madame, at sight of the three boxes unsealed, made a great gesture, uttered a great cry:
" My silver service ! My God! Is it possible ? My silver service ! ' '
And, lifting the empty compartments, and turn- ing the empty cases upside down, she sank, frightened and horrified, upon the floor. Scarcely had she strength enough to stammer, in the voice of a child:
' ' They have taken everything ! T