"What is the matter? What is the matter?"
"We are robbed! we are robbed!"
"We are robbed, what? We are robbed, what?"
In the dining-room, Madame groaned:
"My God! 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 turning 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: