Madam, somewhat pissed: "Don't you think that something's wrong with your... outfit?" Maid, naively: "Oh Madam! I am really sorry that you are thinking so... I swear it, Monsieur has carefully selected each element of that outfit. And I have to say that I am feeling comfortable with it..." Madam, with a clearly icy tone: "You feel what? This time, I think that I'm going to kill him! Please, would you mind to go back to your room and to use the outfit I gave you? Now..."