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  The Necklace Guy DeMaupassant (Script) Narrator: Mathilde Loisel is miserable as the wife of a middle-class Parisian Clerk Monsieur Loisel. She suffers constantly from what she views as a life of poverty. Although her husband’s income from his position as a clerk at the Ministry of Public Instructions sufficiently meet the couple’s needs, Mathilde still dreams of attending local salons that hosts intimate gatherings of the upper class. She assumes airs at the dinner table, fantasizing that she is eating a higher quality of food and imagining herself dining with the wealthy. She is jealous of one acquaintance in particular with whom she attended convent school, Madame Jeanne Forestier, who has made a good marriage to a wealthy man. But, one evening, her husband returned home with a triumphant air, and holding a large envelope in his hand. Monsieur: “Mathilde, here I have something for you.” Narrator: She tore the paper sharply, and drew out a printed card which bore these words. Mathilde: “The Minister of Public Instruction and Mme. Georges Ramponneau request the honor of Monsieur and Mathilde Loisel’s company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th .” Narrator: Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she threw the invitation on the table with disdain, murmuring: Mathilde: “What do you want me to do with that?” Monsieur: “But, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had awful trouble to get it. Everyone wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there” Narrator: She looked at him with an irritated eye, and she said, impatiently:
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  Mathilde: “And whatdo you want me to put on my back?” Narrator: He had not thought of that, he stammered: Monsieur: “Why, the dress you go to the theater in. It looks very well, to me.” Narrator: He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was crying. Two great tears descended slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth. He stuttered: Monsieur: “What’s the matter? What’s the matter?” Narrator: But, by a violent effort, she had conquered her grief, and she replied, with a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks: Mathilde: “Nothing. Only I have no dress, and therefore I can’t go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I” Monsieur: “Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable dress, which you could use on other occasions, something very simple?” Narrator: She reflected several seconds, making her calculations. Finally, she Replied, hesitatingly: Mathilde: “I don’t know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs.” Narrator: He had grown a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself. But still he said: Monsieur: “All right. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty dress.”
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  Narrator: The dayof the ball drew near, and Mme. Loisel seemed sad, uneasy. Anxious. Her dress was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening: Monsieur: “What is the matter? Come, you’ve been so queer these last three days.” Mathilde: “It annoys me not to have a single jewel, not a single stone, nothing to put on. I shall look like distress. I should almost rather not go at all.” Monsieur: “You might wear natural flowers. It’s very stylish at this time of the year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses.” Mathilde: “No, there’s nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich” Monsieur: “How stupid you are! Go look up your friend Mme. Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You’re quite thick enough with her to do that.” Narrator: Mathilde uttered a cry of joy, a sign of relief on her part. Mathilde: “It’s true. I never thought of it.” Narrator: The next day she went to her friend and told of her distress. Mme. Forestier went to a wardrobe with a glass door, took out a large jewel box. Brought it back, opened it, and said to Mme. Loisel Mme. Forestier: “Choose, my dear.” Narrator: She saw first of all some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian cross, gold and precious stones of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the glass, hesitated, could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking Mathilde: “Haven’t you had any more?” Mme. Forestier: “Why, yes. Look. I don’t know what you like.”
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  Narrator: All ofa sudden she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb necklace of diamonds, and her heart began to beat with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it around her throat, outside her high-necked dress, and remained lost in ecstasy at the sight of herself. Mathilde: “Can you lend me that, only that?” Mme. Forestier: “Of course my dear, certainly.” Narrator: She sprang upon the neck of her friend, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure. The day of the ball arrived. Mme. Loisel made a great success. She was prettier than them all, elegant, gracious, smiling, and crazy with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, endeavored to be introduced. All the attachés of the Cabinet wanted to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself She danced her heart out, forgetting all her worries in life, just seizing the moment while it lasts. That night, she felt wonderful, finally she felt a glimpse of dreams. That time, his husband Monsieur found a place to sleep while she was enjoying. They decided to get home at 4:00 am. Monsieur held her back. Monsieur: “Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will go and call a cab.” Narrator: But she did not listen to him, and rapidly descended the stairs. They tried looking for the cabmen they saw one of those ancient noctambulent coupes Which took them to their home in Rue des Martys. All was ended for her. And as To him, he reflected that he must be at the Ministry at ten o’clock She removed the wraps, which covered her shoulders, before the glass, so as Once more to see herself in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She had
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  No longer thenecklace around her neck! Monsieur: “What is the matter with you?” Mathilde: “I have I have I’ve lost Mme. Forestier’s necklace.” Monsieur: “What! -how? -Impossible!” Narrator: And they looked in the folds of her dress, in the folds of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere. They did not find it. Monsieur: “You’re sure you had it on when you left the ball?” Mathilde: “Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the palace.” Monsieur: “But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab.” Mathilde: “Yes. Probably. Did you take his number?” Monsieur: “No. And you, didn’t you notice it?” Mathilde: “No.” Narrator: They looked, thunderstruck, at one another. At last Loisel put on his clothes. Monsieur: “I shall go back on foot, over the whole route which we have taken. To see if I can find it.” Narrator: And he went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without fire, without a thought. Her husband came back about seven o’clock. He had found nothing.
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  He went toPolice Headquarters, to the newspaper offices, to offer a reward; he went to the cab companies everywhere, in fact, whither he was urged by the least suspicion of hope. She waited all day, in the same condition of mad fear before this terrible calamity. Loisel returned at night with a hollow, pale face; he had discovered nothing. Monsieur: “You must write to your friend, that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round.” Narrator: At the end of a week they had lost all hope and Loisel, who had aged five years, declared. Mathilde: “We must consider how to replace that ornament.” Narrator: The next day they took the box which had contained it, and they went to the jeweler whose name was found within. Jeweler: “It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace. I must simply have furnished the case.” Narrator: Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, consulting their memories, sick both of them with chagrin and with anguish. They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly like the one they looked for. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirtysix. So they begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days yet. And they made a bargain that he should buy it back for thirty-four thousand francs in case they found the other one before the end of February. Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He would borrow the rest. He did borrow, asking a thousand francs of one, five hundred of another, five louis here, three louis there. He gave notes, took up ruinous obligations, dealt with usurers, and all the race of lenders. He compromised all the rest of his life, risked his signature without even knowing if he could meet it; and, frightened by the pains yet to come, by the black misery which was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and of all the moral tortures which he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, putting down upon the merchant’s counter thirty-six thousand francs. When Mme Loisel took back the necklace, Mme. Forestier said to her, with a
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  Chilly manner: Mme Forestier:“You should have returned it sooner; I might have needed it.” Narrator: 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. Loisel now knew the horrible existence of the needy. She took her part, moreover, all on a sudden, with 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. She washed the dishes, using her rosy nails on the greasy pots and pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts, and the dish-cloths, which She dried upon a line, she carried the slops down to the street every morning. And carried up the water, stopping for breath at every landing. And, dressed like A woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, her Basket on her arm, bargaining, insulted, defending her miserable money sou by Sou. Each month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time. Her husband worked in the evening making a fair copy of some tradesman’s accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page. And this life lasted ten years. At the end of ten years they had paid everything. Everything, with the rates of usury, and the accumulations of the compound interest. Mme 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. What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? Who knows? How life is strange and changeful! How little a thing is needed for us to be lost or to be saved! But, one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Élysées to refresh herself from the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Mme. Forestier, still young,
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  still beautiful, stillcharming. 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? Mathilde: “Good day. Jeanne Narrator: The other, astonished to be familiarly addressed by this plain good- wife, did not recognize her at all, and stammered: Mme. Forestier: “But-madame! I do not know You must have mistaken.” Mathilde: “No. I am Mathilde Loisel” Mme. Forestier: “Oh, my poor Mathilde! How you are changed!” Mathilde: “Yes, I have had days hard enough, since I have seen you, days wretched enough-and that because of you!” Mme. Forestier: “Of me! How so?” Mathilde: “Do you remember that diamond necklace which you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?” Mme. Forestier: “Yes. Well?” Mathilde: “Well, I lost it.” Mme. Forestier: “What do you mean? You brought it back.” Mathilde: “I brought you back another just like it. For ten long years, we’ve Been paying for it. It was not that easy for us since we had nothing, but now that
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  It is ended,I am very glad.” Mme. Forestier: “You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace Mine?” Mathilde: “Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very like” Narrator: and she smiled with a joy which was proud and naïve at once Mme. Forestier, strongly moved, took her two hands. Mme. Forestier: “Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste. It was worth at most five hundred francs!”