Mme. Loisel grieved incessantly over the shabbiness of her apartment, the dinginess of the walls, the worn-out appearance of the drains, the ugliness of the draperies.
She had no evening clothes, no jewels, nothing. She was invited to a party where she luckily got all dressed up. She was a sensation, fashionable, gracious, smiling, and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked who she was, begged to be introduced.