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Chester found for us last night? such an evening he gave us! Mr. Chester, who is Madame Loisel you should have seen her, Judge Tiffany you'd never dine at home again. When these young charms fade, I'm going to marry a French restaurant-keeper and play hostess to the multitude and be just plump and precious like her. How can you ever get past the counter with her behind it, Mr. Chester?"
When Mme. Loisel took back the necklace, Mme. Forestier said to her, with a chilly manner: "You should have returned it sooner, I might have needed it." She did not open the case, as her friend had so much feared. If she had detected the substitution, what would she have thought, what would she have said? Would she not have taken Mme. Loisel for a thief? Mme.
"Monsieur," she answered, with a changed voice. "He is speaking. They are cheering him." Ten minutes later, the Cure and the Notary entered the room. M. Loisel came forward to Rosalie, and took her hands in his. "You should not have done it," he said. "I wanted to do something," she replied. "To get the cross for you seemed the only payment I could make for all your goodness to me."
I do not know You must have mistaken." "No. I am Mathilde Loisel." Her friend uttered a cry. "Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!" "Yes, I have had days hard enough, since I have seen you, days wretched enough and that because of you!" "Of me! How so?" "Do you remember that diamond necklace which you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?" "Yes. Well?" "Well, I lost it."
Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming. Mme. Loisel felt moved. Was she going to speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she was going to tell her all about it. Why not? She went up. "Good day, Jeanne." The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good-wife, did not recognize her at all, and stammered: "But madame!
Like a shrewd, experienced person she offered no opposition that would be like a breeze to a smoldering flame. There was Edouard Loisel, the notary's nephew, and even if he was one of the best fiddlers in town, he had a head for business as well, and was a shrewd trader.
The Fleurys had saved some of their most valuable belongings, but the house had gone at last. "Thou art among the most fortunate ones," M. Loisel said to Jeanne a week afterward, "for thy portion was not vested here in Detroit. I am very glad." It seemed to Jeanne that she cared very little for anything save the sorrows and sufferings of the great throng of people.
Thereafter Madame Loisel knew the horrible existence of the needy. She bore her part, however, with sudden heroism. That dreadful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed their servant; they changed their lodgings; they rented a garret under the roof. She came to know what heavy housework meant and the odious cares of the kitchen.
It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming. Madame Loisel was agitated. Should she speak to her? Why, of course. And now that she had paid, she would tell her all. Why not? She drew near. "Good morning, Jeanne." The other, astonished to be addressed so familiarly by this woman of the people, did not recognize her. She stammered: "But madame I do not know you.
M. Loisel had no children of his own and only these two nephews, and if Edouard fancied Rose before Martin was ready to speak so the mother had a blind eye for Rose's pretty coquetries in that direction; but Rose did not like to have Martin quite so devoted to any other girl as he seemed to be to Jeanne. Jeanne had not liked it at all.
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