I have not a single match here.

I used the last when I came in." "Oh!" said Francine, "after all I can very well find my way without a light, my room is not big enough for me to lose myself in it.

But I must have my key.

Will you be good enough, sir, to help me to look for it?
It must have fallen to the ground." "Let us look for it, mademoiselle," said Jacques.
And both of them began to seek the lost article in the dark, but as though guided by a common instinct, it happened during this search, that their hands, groping in the same spot, met ten times a minute.

And, as they were both equally awkward, they did not find the key.
"The moon, which is hidden just now by the clouds, shines right into the room," said Jacques.