Wait a little, You'll catch a cold in the open. I'm going to fetch a cab.
It's just scotch broth.
Aha! Scotch Broth! What could be better?
Why, darling, I thought you'd be pleased. You never go out, and this is a great occasion. Use the dress you go to the theatre in. It looks very nice, to me.
I don't want them to figure out we are poor, and I...I...I've no longer got the diamond necklace!
Here is something for you.
What is the matter with you? I was going to find a cab.
What do you want me to do with this? And what do you want me to wear to such an affair?
Why, what a beautiful dress Im in. What will they think of me?
Why, we better get out of here before anyone notices we are poor!
That's terrible! I'll retrace our steps.
You remember the diamond necklace you lent me for the ball at the Ministry? Well, I lost it. I brought you another one just like it. And for the last ten years we have been paying for it. Well, it's paid for at last, and I'm glad indeed.
Oh...my poor Mathilde, how you have changed! But mine was imitation. It was worth at the very most five hundred francs!