The Necklace
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- The next day...
- One evening, her husband arrived home with a sense of triumph and a sizable envelope.
- What do you want me to do with that? I have no dress, and therefore I can’t go to this ball. Give your card to somecolleague whose wife is better equipped than I.
- Here's an invitation to the upcoming ministral ball for you, my dear.
- How much would a suitable dress, something very simple that you could wear on other occasions, cost?
- When they arrived home from the ball.
- I don’t know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs.
- Okay, fine. I'll give you 400 francs. Also, try to wear a nice dress.
- After 10 year of the incident , Madame Loisel met Madame Forestier.
- As the ball day approached, Madame Loisel exhibited depressed, uneasy, and anxious behavior. Her dress, on the other hand, was ready.
- It’s true. I never thought of it.
- It irritates me that I don't have a single jewel, a single stone, or anything to wear. I'll appear distressed. I almost prefer not to go at all.
- Go find your friend Madame Forestier and ask her for some jewels. You're close enough to her to do that.
- What's the problem? Come, you’ve been so queer these last three days
- Can you lend me that, only that?
- Haven’t you any more?
- Choose, my dear
- Why, yes, certainly.
- Why, yes. Look. I don’t know what you like.
- What is the matter with you?
- We must consider how to replace that ornament and pay whatever the cost and how many years may be. My friends can lend me money and work hard.
- What!—how?—Impossible! You’re sure you had it on when you left the ball?
- I have—I have—I’ve lost Madame Forestier’s necklace.
- Yes, I felt it in the palace's vestibule.
- Good-day, Madame.
- No. I am Mathilde Loisel.
- Remember the necklace you lend to me 10 years ago? Well, I lost it. I brought you another one just like it. And we've been paying for it for ten years. You understand how difficult it was for those of us who had nothing. I'm relieved that it's finally over.
- Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed.
- But—madame!—I do not know—You must have mistaken.
- Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste. It was worth at most 500francs!
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