He stood up, distracted.
"What!—how!—it is impossible!"
They looked in the folds of her dress, in the folds of her cloak, in the pockets, everywhere. They could not find a trace of it.
He asked:
"You are sure you still had it when you left the ball?"
"Yes. I felt it on me in the vestibule at the palace."
"But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab."
"Yes. That's probable. Did you take the number?"
"No. And you, you did not notice it?"
"No."