MIMI. I'm so sorry.
RUD. Where can it be?
MIMI. You have an importunate neighbor,
Pray, forgive your tiresome little neighbor.
RUD. Nothing, I assure you.
MIMI. Pray, forgive your tiresome neighbor.
RUD. Do not mention it, I pray you.
MIMI. Look for it.
RUD. I'm looking.
(Looks for the key on the floor; sliding over it, he knocks against the table, deposits his candlestick, and searches for the key with his hands on the floor.)
MIMI. Where can it be?