It's nothing. It's just that I have no evening dress and so I can't go to the party. Give the invitation to one of your colleagues whose wife will be better dressed than I would.
What is it? What is it?
Yes, of course.
Could you lend me this one-just this and nothing else?
What did you say?...What!...Impossible!
He compromised his whole career, gave his signature even when he wasn't sure he would be able to honor it, and horrified by the anxieties with which his future which would be filled, by the black misery about to descend upon him, by the prospect of physical privation and moral suffering, went to get the necklace, placing on the jewelers counter 36,000 francs.
Yes. You didn't even notice? They really were exactly alike.
Oh, my poor, poor Mathilde! Mine was false. It was worth five hundred francs at the most.