"It is not a question of the rebus. Then you notice nothing? Well, you never notice anything."
Monsieur surveyed the room from carpet to ceiling, from dressing-table to door, with an annoyed and a very round look, which was excessively comical.
"No, indeed! What is it? Is there anything new here, then, that I have not noticed? I see nothing, upon my word."
Madame became very sad, and she groaned:
"Robert, you no longer love me."
"What! I no longer love you! Indeed, that is putting it a little too strong!"
He rose, brandishing the fashion journal.
"What! I no longer love you!" he repeated. "Well, that's an idea! Why do you say that?"
"No, you no longer love me ... because, if you still loved me, you would have noticed something."
"But what thing?"