What do you want me to wear I'll look ugly with no dress or jewels to wear.
I'll give you 400 francs for a dress and you can go to Mme. Forestier for the jewels.
I need something to wear to the ball.
Pick something from in there, take whatever you want.
He's showing her the envelope to go to a ball but she doesn't want to go.
Mathilda looks really beautiful today.
She wants to go to the ball and look amazing, so the stuff she has isn't good enough for her.
“I have—I have—I’ve lost Mme. Forestier’s necklace.”
There's one just like it for 36,000 francs so get ready to work hard.
She's looking for a accessory to wear so she doesn't look poor.
We've finally finished paying it off after 10 years and now I know what it's like to work hard.
Everyone thinks she looks beautiful at the ball.
She lost Mme. Forestier's necklace and they're going to buy a new one but it's going to cost a lot of money.
Mine. Loisel looked old now. She had become the woman of impoverished households—strong and hard and rough. With frowsy hair, skirts askew, and red hands, she talked loud while washing the floor with great swishes of water. But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down near the window, and she thought of that gay evening of long ago, of that ball where she had been so beautiful and so feted.