英文短篇小说项链
㈠ 《项链》莫泊桑 英语简介
This is a one-act play, which is based on Maupassant’s best-known story The Diamond Necklace.
There are three characters in the play:
Mathilde Loisel, a young woman;
Pierre Loisel, Mathilde’s husband, a government worker;
Jeanne, Mathilde's good friend.
中文介绍：
女主人公是一个小公务员的妻子。一次，接受了部长举办的晚会的邀请。罗瓦赛尔太太由于虚荣心作祟，向一个贵妇人借了一条项链。后来这条项链不慎在舞会上丢失，罗瓦赛尔太太为了赔给朋友一模一样的项链，落入高利贷的陷阱，就此开始了艰辛的生活，葬送了十年的青春。最后，当她在还清欠款后，偶遇那位贵妇人时，妇人却告诉她那条项链其实是假的。
英文介绍：The story takes place in Paris. One day, Pierre gets an invitation to a palace ball. He thinks it important to him, and decides to go to the party with his wife Mathilde. But Mathilde is worried, because she has no new dress and no jewellwey to wear. Her husband spends 400 francs on a new dress and she herself borrows a diamond necklace from her good friend Jeanne. The young couple go to the ball and has a very good time here. On their way back after the ball, Mathilde finds that the necklace is no longer around her neck. They rush back to the palace and look for it. But they can’t find it; it is lost.The young couple borrow a great deal of money and buy a necklace that is exactly like Jeanne’s. It costs them 36000 francs. So they have to work day and night to pay back the money they have borrowed. After ten years of hard work, they at last pay back all the money, but now Mathilde looks so old that Jeanne even can’t recognize her when they meet.When Jeanne hears the story, she tells Mathilde that the necklace she has borrowed isn’t a real diamond necklace. It isn’t valuable at all. It is worth 500 francs at the most.
㈡ 求莫泊桑《项链》 英文原版（急用）！！！
Necklace
The girl was one of those pretty and charming young creatures who sometimes are born, as if by a slip of fate, into a family of clerks. She had no dowry, no expectations, no way of being known, understood, loved, married by any rich and distinguished man; so she let herself be married to a little clerk of the Ministry of Public Instruction.
She dressed plainly because she could not dress well, but she was unhappy as if she had really fallen from a higher station; since with women there is neither caste nor rank, for beauty, grace and charm take the place of family and birth. Natural ingenuity, instinct for what is elegant, a supple mind are their sole hierarchy, and often make of women of the people the equals of the very greatest ladies.
Mathilde suffered ceaselessly, feeling herself born to enjoy all delicacies and all luxuries. She was distressed at the poverty of her dwelling, at the bareness of the walls, at the shabby chairs, the ugliness of the curtains. All those things, of which another woman of her rank would never even have been conscious, tortured her and made her angry. The sight of the little Breton peasant who did her humble housework aroused in her despairing regrets and bewildering dreams. She thought of silent antechambers hung with Oriental tapestry, illumined by tall bronze candelabra, and of two great footmen in knee breeches who sleep in the big armchairs, made drowsy by the oppressive heat of the stove. She thought of long reception halls hung with ancient silk, of the dainty cabinets containing priceless curiosities and of the little coquettish perfumed reception rooms made for chatting at five o'clock with intimate friends, with men famous and sought after, whom all women envy and whose attention they all desire.
When she sat down to dinner, before the round table covered with a tablecloth in use three days, opposite her husband, who uncovered the soup tureen and declared with a delighted air, "Ah, the good soup! I don't know anything better than that," she thought of dainty dinners, of shining silverware, of tapestry that peopled the walls with ancient personages and with strange birds flying in the midst of a fairy forest; and she thought of delicious dishes served on marvellous plates and of the whispered gallantries to which you listen with a sphinxlike smile while you are eating the pink meat of a trout or the wings of a quail.
She had no gowns, no jewels, nothing. And she loved nothing but that. She felt made for that. She would have liked so much to please, to be envied, to be charming, to be sought after.
She had a friend, a former schoolmate at the convent, who was rich, and whom she did not like to go to see any more because she felt so sad when she came home.
But one evening her husband reached home with a triumphant air and holding a large envelope in his hand.
"There," said he, "there is something for you."
She tore the paper quickly and drew out a printed card which bore these words:
The Minister of Public Instruction and Madame Georges Ramponneau
request the honor of M. and Madame Loisel's company at the palace of
the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.
Instead of being delighted, as her husband had hoped, she threw the invitation on the table crossly, muttering:
"What do you wish me to do with that?"
"Why, my dear, I thought you would be glad. You never go out, and this is such a fine opportunity. I had great trouble to get it. Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many invitations to clerks. The whole official world will be there."
She looked at him with an irritated glance and said impatiently:
"And what do you wish me to put on my back?"
He had not thought of that. He stammered:
"Why, the gown you go to the theatre in. It looks very well to me."
He stopped, distracted, seeing that his wife was weeping. Two great tears ran slowly from the corners of her eyes toward the corners of her mouth.
"What's the matter? What's the matter?" he answered.
By a violent effort she conquered her grief and replied in a calm voice, while she wiped her wet cheeks:
"Nothing. Only I have no gown, and, therefore, I can't go to this ball. Give your card to some colleague whose wife is better equipped than I am."
He was in despair. He resumed:
"Come, let us see, Mathilde. How much would it cost, a suitable gown, which you could use on other occasions--something very simple?"
She reflected several seconds, making her calculations and wondering also what sum she could ask without drawing on herself an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the economical clerk.
Finally she replied hesitating:
"I don't know exactly, but I think I could manage it with four hundred francs."
He grew a little pale, because he was laying aside just that amount to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting next summer on the plain of Nanterre, with several friends who went to shoot larks there of a Sunday.
But he said:
"Very well. I will give you four hundred francs. And try to have a pretty gown."
The day of the ball drew near and Madame Loisel seemed sad, uneasy, anxious. Her frock was ready, however. Her husband said to her one evening:
"What is the matter? Come, you have seemed very queer these last three days."
And she answered:
"It annoys me not to have a single piece of jewelry, not a single ornament, nothing to put on. I shall look poverty-stricken. I would almost rather not go at all."
"You might wear natural flowers," said her husband. "They're very stylish at this time of year. For ten francs you can get two or three magnificent roses."
She was not convinced.
"No; there's nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich."
"How stupid you are!" her husband cried. "Go look up your friend, Madame Forestier, and ask her to lend you some jewels. You're intimate enough with her to do that."
She uttered a cry of joy:
"True! I never thought of it."
The next day she went to her friend and told her of her distress.
Madame Forestier went to a wardrobe with a mirror, took out a large jewel box, brought it back, opened it and said to Madame Loisel:
"Choose, my dear."
She saw first some bracelets, then a pearl necklace, then a Venetian gold cross set with precious stones, of admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the mirror, hesitated and could not make up her mind to part with them, to give them back. She kept asking:
"Haven't you any more?"
"Why, yes. Look further; I don't know what you like."
Suddenly she discovered, in a black satin box, a superb diamond necklace, and her heart throbbed with an immoderate desire. Her hands trembled as she took it. She fastened it round her throat, outside her high-necked waist, and was lost in ecstasy at her reflection in the mirror.
Then she asked, hesitating, filled with anxious doubt:
"Will you lend me this, only this?"
"Why, yes, certainly."
She threw her arms round her friend's neck, kissed her passionately, then fled with her treasure.
The night of the ball arrived. Madame Loisel was a great success. She was prettier than any other woman present, elegant, graceful, smiling and wild with joy. All the men looked at her, asked her name, sought to be introced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wished to waltz with her. She was remarked by the minister himself.
She danced with rapture, with passion, intoxicated by pleasure, forgetting all in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness comprised of all this homage, admiration, these awakened desires and of that sense of triumph which is so sweet to woman's heart.
She left the ball about four o'clock in the morning. Her husband had been sleeping since midnight in a little deserted anteroom with three other gentlemen whose wives were enjoying the ball.
He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought, the modest wraps of common life, the poverty of which contrasted with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this and wished to escape so as not to be remarked by the other women, who were enveloping themselves in costly furs.
Loisel held her back, saying: "Wait a bit. You will catch cold outside. I will call a cab."
But she did not listen to him and rapidly descended the stairs. When they reached the street they could not find a carriage and began to look for one, shouting after the cabmen passing at a distance.
They went toward the Seine in despair, shivering with cold. At last they found on the quay one of those ancient night cabs which, as though they were ashamed to show their shabbiness ring the day, are never seen round Paris until after dark.
It took them to their dwelling in the Rue des Martyrs, and sadly they mounted the stairs to their flat. All was ended for her. As to him, he reflected that he must be at the ministry at ten o'clock that morning.
She removed her wraps before the glass so as to see herself once more in all her glory. But suddenly she uttered a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her neck!
"What is the matter with you?" demanded her husband, already half undressed.
She turned distractedly toward him.
"I have--I have--I've lost Madame Forestier's necklace," she cried.
He stood up, bewildered.
"What!--how? Impossible!"
They looked among the folds of her skirt, of her cloak, in her pockets, everywhere, but did not find it.
"You're sure you had it on when you left the ball?" he asked.
"Yes, I felt it in the vestibule of the minister's house."
"But if you had lost it in the street we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab."
"Yes, probably. Did you take his number?"
"No. And you--didn't you notice it?"
"No."
They looked, thunderstruck, at each other. At last Loisel put on his clothes.
"I shall go back on foot," said he, "over the whole route, to see whether I can find it."
He went out. She sat waiting on a chair in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, without any fire, without a thought.
Her husband returned about seven o'clock. He had found nothing.
He went to police 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 spark 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.
"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it mended. That will give us time to turn round."
She wrote at his dictation.
At the end of a week they had lost all hope. Loisel, who had aged five years, declared:
"We must consider how to replace that ornament."
The next day they took the box that had contained it and went to the jeweler whose name was found within. He consulted his books.
"It was not I, madame, who sold that necklace; I must simply have furnished the case."
Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, searching for a necklace like the other, trying to recall it, both sick with chagrin and grief.
They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds that seemed to them exactly like the one they had lost. It was worth forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six.
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 should find the lost necklace 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 signing a note without even knowing whether he could meet it; and, frightened by the trouble yet to come, by the black misery that was about to fall upon him, by the prospect of all the physical privations and moral tortures that he was to suffer, he went to get the new necklace, laying upon the jeweler's counter thirty-six thousand francs.
When Madame Loisel took back the necklace Madame 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 Madame Loisel for a thief?
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. She washed the dishes, using her dainty fingers and rosy nails on greasy pots and pans. She washed the soiled linen, the shirts and the dishcloths, 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, a basket on her arm, bargaining, meeting with impertinence, defending her miserable money, sou by sou.
Every month they had to meet some notes, renew others, obtain more time.
Her husband worked evenings, making up a tradesman's accounts, and late at night he often copied manuscript for five sous a page.
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.
Madame 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 admired.
What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? who knows? How strange and changeful is life! How small a thing is needed to make or ruin us!
But one Sunday, having gone to take a walk in the Champs Elysees to refresh herself after the labors of the week, she suddenly perceived a woman who was leading a child. It was Madame Forestier, still young, still beautiful, still charming.
Madame Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid, she would 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!--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 a pretty hard life, since I last saw you, and great poverty--and that because of you!"
"Of me! How so?"
"Do you remember that diamond necklace you lent me to wear at the ministerial ball?"
"Yes. Well?"
"Well, I lost it."
"What do you mean? You brought it back."
"I brought you back another exactly like it. And it has taken us ten years to pay for it. You can understand that it was not easy for us, for us who had nothing. At last it is ended, and I am very glad."
Madame Forestier had stopped.
"You say that you bought a necklace of diamonds to replace mine?"
"Yes. You never noticed it, then! They were very similar."
And she smiled with a joy that was at once proud and ingenuous.
Madame Forestier, deeply moved, took her hands.
"Oh, my poor Mathilde! Why, my necklace was paste! It was worth at most only five hundred francs!"
㈢ 莫伯桑小说《项链》简介。
内容简介：
《项链》讲述的是这样一个故事：玛蒂尔德是一位漂亮的女子，她的丈夫是一个普通的小职员。她虽然地位低下，却迷恋豪华的贵族生活，为了出席一次盛大的晚会，她用丈夫积攒下的400法郎做了一件礼服，还从好友那里借来一串美丽的项链。在部长家的晚会上，玛蒂尔德以她超群的风姿出尽了风头，她的虚荣心由此得到了充分的满足，可她竟然把借来的项链丢失了，在这种情况下，她只有隐瞒着好友，慢慢来赔偿。从此，夫妇俩度过了10年节衣缩食的生活。在这艰难的积攒过程中，玛蒂尔德的手变得粗糙了，容颜也衰老了。后来，她偶然得知了她丢失的那条项链不过是一条价格低廉的人造钻石项链，而她赔偿的却是一挂真钻石项链。就这样玛蒂尔德白白辛苦了10年。
项链是一篇短篇小说，由法国名作家莫泊桑作于1884年。
创作背景：
在19世纪80年代的法国，资本主义恶性发展，大资产阶级当权，对人民巧取豪夺，政府中贪污风行，社会上道德沦丧，资产阶级骄奢淫逸的糜烂生活和惟利是图的道德观念影响到整个社会，追求享乐追求虚荣，成为一种恶劣的社会风气。这种社会风气在小资产阶级当中同样盛行。由于这个阶级在资本主义社会中地位极不稳定，他们总想摆脱这种处境，跻身于上流行列。但是，只有少数人获得成功，而大多数在资本主义的竞争中落入更悲惨的遭遇。
㈣ 经典短篇英文小说
经典短篇小说好多呢！用词比较简单，但意义深刻！更重要的是每一篇都短小精悍！（符合你的要求哦）
1.《生火》杰克.伦敦 To Build a Fire (Jack LondonP
2.《厄谢尔府的倒塌》 爱伦.坡
The Fall of the House of Usher (Edgar Allan Poe)
3.《项链》莫泊桑 The Necklace (Guy de Maupassant)
4.《警察与赞美诗》欧.亨利 The Cop and the Anthem
(O Henry)
5.《麦琪的礼物》欧.亨利 Magi's gift (O Henry)
6.《最后一片藤叶》欧.亨利 The Last Leaf (O Henry)
7.《加利维拉县有名的跳蛙》马克.吐温 The Notorious Jumping Frog of Calaveras County
（Mark Twain)
8.《人生的五种恩赐》马克.吐温
The Five Boons of Life （Mark Twain)
9.《三生客》 托马斯.哈代 The Three Strangers
(Thomas Hardy)
10.《敞开的落地窗》萨基 The Open Window (Saki)
11.《末代佳人》菲茨杰拉德 The Last of the Belles
(F.S.Fitzgerald)
12.《手》舍伍德.安德森 Hands
13.《伊芙琳》詹姆斯.乔伊斯 Eveline
14.《教长的黑色面纱》纳撒尼尔.霍桑
㈤ 《项链》的写作背景
法国名作家莫泊桑作于1884年。
《项链》在揭露上层统治者及其毒化下的社会风气盼同时，对被侮辱被损害的小人物寄予深切同情.是讽刺虚荣心和拜金主义。
文章写于1884年，法国正值经济危机之际，法国社会正处在完成由资本主义社会到帝国主义原始积累的过渡阶段，在这个变迁中，少数人成为拥有巨额资产的资本家，而大多数人沦为贫民。此时的莫泊桑丢掉了海军部职员的工作，又丢掉了福楼拜介绍的职位，以至沦为贫民，在这种状况之下，创作了本文。
莫泊桑生于法国资本主义走向帝国主义发展阶段的时代，在这个时代里，他目睹了资本主义社会的急剧腐败，深切痛恨卑鄙、龌龊的资产阶级，怜悯同情被欺辱与被损害的下层人民。这一社会观决定了他创作的基本思想。在他的作品中，如果说他的长篇小说揭露和批判的是资本主义社会上层的丑恶内幕，那么他的短篇小说反映的却主要是资本主义的下层生活。
有的是讽刺小市民贪图虚荣、追求享乐而造成的种种悲剧的；有的是揭示资本主义制度给爱情和婚姻所造成的种种悲剧和丑剧的；另外还有一些是描画资本主义社会的世态炎凉和劳动人民的生活苦难的。
莫泊桑善于用短小精悍的小说写小人物。这些作品的题材丰富多样，几乎涉及当时社会生活的各个方面，虽然大都是一些日常题材，写的都是凡人小事，但它却是一幅资本主义下层社会的真实写照，故而能获得深广的社会意义，再加上小说的风格自然朴实，语言生动简练，在艺术构思和描写手法上新颖独到，不落俗套，因此在一个世纪后的今天，仍然充满着艺术和思想的活力。
莫泊桑的短篇小说《项链》，这篇作品约摸在五四时期就介绍到我国来了。最初是从英文或其它外国文转译的，后来陆续出现了几种从法文直接翻译的译文。这表明大家对于它是颇感兴趣的
㈥ 项链 莫泊桑 英文读后感
项链》读后感
《项链》这篇文章出于《莫泊桑短篇小说精选》，它是由法国著名作家莫泊桑撰写的。作者出生于诺曼底地区滨海地区一个没落的贵族家庭。因为从小受到富有母亲浪漫气质的母亲的影响，使他无法忍受贵族学校的气氛，转致一所公立学校读书。莫泊桑的文章都充满了悲观色彩，这与他的健康状况和历史背景有着密切的关系。
本文讲述的是罗塞瓦德夫人虚荣心十足，她为了在一次宴会上出风头，特意从女友那里借来一根金刚石项链。当她戴着项链在宴会上出现的时候，引起了全场人的赞叹与奉承，她的虚荣心得到了极大的满足。不幸的是，在回家的路上，这条项链丢失了。为了赔偿这价值三万六千法郎的金项链，她负了重债。之后，她事整整十年节衣缩食才还清了债务。而颇具讽刺意味的是这时对方告诉她丢失的项链是假的。罗塞瓦德夫人通过“打肿脸充胖子”的方式来显示自我，面子观念的驱动，使她吃尽了苦头。
“哦，可怜的罗瓦塞尔夫妇！命运真会捉弄人。”那是我看完文章后的第一。当再次回味起那篇文章时，我不禁回想：如果他们不为了虚荣，会耗费如此大的代价吗？虚荣心，一个可怕但无形的恶魔，是为了取得荣誉和引起普遍注意而表现出来的一种不正常的社会情感，是争名逐利的一种不良品质。虚荣会使坦诚的人走向虚伪。虚荣心强的人常常表现为一种自夸炫耀的行为，通过吹牛、隐匿等欺骗手段来表现自已。虚荣心强的人，常常有嫉妒冲动，看到别人的能力比自己强，地位比自己高，命运比自己好，外表比自己美，就感到不舒服、不痛快。甚至排斥、挖苦、打击、疏远、为难比自自强的人，有意或无意地做出损害这些人的事情来。还有，虚荣心强的人，特别喜欢听奉承的话、恭维的话，最不能接受的是他人当众顶撞或当面提意见，最不能容忍的是揭他的老底。因此，与他结交的可能是一些溜须拍马的“小人”。
法国哲学家柏格森说过：“虚荣心很难说是一种恶行，然而一切恶行都围绕虚荣心而生，都不过是满足虚荣心的手段。”虚假的荣誉是一个转瞬即破的肥皂泡，我们不应该追求这种并不属于自已的虚假的东西；而要脚踏实地地去干一番事业，通过奋斗，创造出属于自己的荣誉来。
Necklace "读后感
"The Necklace" the article for "Featured Maupassant short story", it is by the famous French writer Maupassant wrote. The author was born in the coastal region of Normandy region of a decline of a noble family. Since an early age by the wealthy mother of a romantic temperament her mother's influence, so that he could not enre the aristocratic atmosphere of the school, addressed to a public school reading. Maupassant's article are very pessimistic about the color, which with his health status and historical background are closely related.
Described in this article are his wife罗塞瓦德full vanity, her first time at the banquet in order to enjoy the limelight, deliberately borrowed from his girlfriend a diamond necklace. Wearing a necklace when she appeared at the banquet on time, causing the audience to praise and flattery of the people, her vanity has been greatly satisfied. Unfortunately, the way home, this necklace is missing. This compensation for the value of 36,000 francs gold necklace, she has been heavily indebted negative. After a decade of her things to scrimp and save to pay off the debt. The ironic part is when she told the other side of the necklace is missing is false.罗塞瓦德his wife through "打肿脸充胖子" approach to show the self-concept of the driver face, so that she suffered.
"Oh, poor couples罗瓦塞尔! Destiny really make fun of people." That was my first after reading the article. When the aftertaste from the article again, I can not help but think: If they do not for vanity, would be so much cost? Vanity, a terrible but invisible demon, are made in order to honor and caused widespread attention shown by an abnormal social emotions, are an indisputable gain of a bad quality. Vanity candid people will move toward hypocrisy. Vanity strong regular people usually boast a showing off of conct, through the bragging, occult, etc. to express their own deception. Vanity strong person, there is usually jealous impulse, the ability to see others than themselves, and status than their higher destiny than its own good, the appearance of the United States than their own, they feel uncomfortable and not fun. And even exclusion, ridicule, attack, alienation, self-resilient than embarrass people, intentionally or unintentionally, to make the damage done to these people. Have, vanity strong person, in particular, likes to listen to the words of flattery, compliment, it is most unacceptable and others are publicly contradict or face-to-face advice, the most intolerable of老底are exposing him. As a result, making him probably are some narrow circle of the "villains."
French philosopher Bergson said: "It is hard to say vanity is an evil, but all the evil all around the vanity and Health, is but a means to satisfy the vanity." False Honor is a flash that is broken bubble, we should not pursue that do not belong to their own false things; and want to go down-to-earth干一番事业, through the struggle to create their own honor to belong to.
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项链
【法】莫泊桑
世上的漂亮动人的女子，每每像是由于命运的差错似地，出生在一个小职员的家庭；我们现在要说的这一个正是这样。她没有陪嫁的资产，没有希望，没有任何方法使得一个既有钱又有地位的人认识她，了解她，爱她，娶她；到末了，她将将就就和教育部的一个小科员结了婚。
不能够讲求装饰，她是朴素的，但是不幸得像是一个降了等的女人；因为妇女们本没有阶级，没有门第之分，她们的美，她们的丰韵和她们的诱惑力就是供她们做出身和家世之用的。她们的天生的机警，出众的本能，柔顺的心灵，构成了她们唯一的等级，而且可以把民间的女子提得和最高的贵妇人一样高。
她觉得自己本是为了一切精美的和一切豪华的事物而生的，因此不住地感到痛苦。由于自己房屋的寒伧，墙壁的粗糙，家具的陈旧，衣料的庸俗，她非常难过。这一切，在另一个和她同等的妇人心上，也许是不会注意的，然而她却因此伤心，又因此懊恼，那个替她照料琐碎家务的布列塔尼省的小女佣人的样子，使她产生了种种忧苦的遗憾和胡思乱想。她梦想着那些静悄悄的接待室，如何蒙着东方的帏幕，如何点着青铜的高脚灯檠，如何派着两个身穿短裤子的高个儿侍应生听候指使，而热烘烘的空气暖炉使得两个侍应生都在大型的圈椅上打盹。她梦想那些披着古代壁衣的大客厅，那些摆着无从估价的瓷瓶的精美家具；她梦想那些精致而且芬芳的小客厅，自己到了午后五点光景，就可以和亲切的男朋友在那儿闲谈，和那些被妇女界羡慕的并且渴望一顾的知名男子在那儿闲谈。
然而事实上，她每天吃晚饭的时候，就在那张小圆桌跟前和她的丈夫对面坐下了，桌上盖的白布要三天才换一回，丈夫把那只汤池的盖子一揭开，就用一种高兴的神气说道：“哈！好肉汤！世上没有比它更好的……”因此她又梦想那些丰盛精美的筵席了，梦想那些光辉灿烂的银器皿了，梦想那些满绣着仙境般的园林和其间的古装仕女以及古怪飞禽的壁衣了；她梦想那些用名贵的盘子盛着的佳肴美味了，梦想那些在吃着一份肉色粉红的鲈鱼或者一份松鸡翅膀的时候带着朗爽的微笑去细听的情话了。
而且她没有像样的服装，没有珠宝首饰，什么都没有。可是她偏偏只欢喜这一套，觉得自己是为了这一套而生的。她早就指望自己能够取悦于人，能够被人羡慕，能够有诱惑力而且被人追求。
她有一个有钱的女朋友，一个在教会女学里的女同学，可是现在已经不再想去看她，因为看了之后回来，她总会感到痛苦。于是她由于伤心，由于遗憾，由于失望并且由于忧虑，接连她要不料某一天傍晚，她丈夫带着得意扬扬的神气回来了，手里拿着一个大信封。
“瞧吧，”他说：“这儿有点儿东西是专门为了你的。”她赶忙拆开了信封，从里面抽了一张印着这样语句的请帖：
“教育部长若尔日•郎波诺暨夫人荣幸地邀请骆塞尔先生和骆塞尔太太参加一月十八日星期一在本部大楼举办的晚会。”
她丈夫希望她一定快活得很，谁知她竟带着伤心而且生气的样子把请帖扔到桌上，冷冰冰地说：
“你叫我拿着这东西怎么办？”
“不过，亲人儿，我原以为你大概是满意的。你素来不出门，并且这是一个机会，这东西，一个好机会！我费了多少力才弄到手。大家都想要请帖，它是很难弄到手的，却又没有
多少份发给同事们。将来在晚会上看得见政界的全部人物。”
她用一种暴怒的眼光瞧着他，后来她不耐烦地高声说：
“你叫我身上穿着什么到那儿去？”
他以前原没有想到这一层；支吾地说：
“不过，你穿了去看戏的那件裙袍。我觉得它很好，我……”
瞧见他妻子流着眼泪，他不说话了，吃惊了，心里糊涂了。两大滴眼泪慢慢地从她的眼角向着口角流下来；他吃着嘴说：
“你有点怎样？你有点怎样？”
但是她用一种坚强的忍耐心镇住了自己的痛苦，擦着自己那副润湿了的脸蛋儿，一面用
一道宁静的声音回答：
“没有什么。不过我没有衣裳，所以我不能够去赴这个晚会。你倘若有一个同事，他的妻子能够比我打扮得好些，你就把这份请帖送给他。”
他发愁了，接着说道：
“这么着吧，玛蒂尔蒂。要花多少钱，一套像样的衣裳，以后遇着机会你还可以再穿的，简单一些的？”
她思索了好几秒钟，确定她的盘算，并且也考虑到这个数目务必可以由她要求，不至于引起这个节俭科员的一种吃惊的叫唤和一个干脆的拒绝。
末了她迟迟疑疑地回答：
“细数呢，我不晓得，不过我估计，有四百金法郎，总可以办得到。”
他的脸色有点儿发青了，因为他手里正存着这样一个数目预备去买一枝枪，使得自己在今年夏天的星期日里，可以和几个打猎的朋友们到南兑尔那一带平原地方去打鸟。
然而他却回答道：
“就是这样吧。我给你四百金法郎。不过你要想法子去做一套漂亮的裙袍。”
晚会的日期已经近了，骆塞尔太太好像在发愁，不放心，心里有些焦躁不安。然而她的新裙袍却办好了。她丈夫某一天傍晚问她：
“你有点怎样？想想吧，这三天以来，你是很异样的。”于是她说：
“没有一件首饰，没有一粒宝石，插的和戴的，一点儿也没有，这件事真教我心烦。简直太穷酸了。现在我宁可不去赴这个晚会。”
他接着说道：
“你将来可以插戴几朵鲜花。在现在的时令里，那是很出色的。花十个金法郎，你可以买得到两三朵很好看的玫瑰花。”她一点也听不进去。
“不成……世上最教人丢脸的，就是在许多有钱的女人堆里露穷相。”
但是她丈夫高声叫唤起来：
“你真糊涂！去找你的朋友伏来士洁太太，问她借点首饰。你和她的交情，是可以开口的。”
她迸出了一道快活的叫唤：
“这是真的。这一层我当初简直没有想过。”
第二天，她到她这位朋友家里去了，向她谈起了自己的烦闷。
伏来士洁太太向着她那座嵌着镜子的大衣柜跟前走过去，取出一个大的盒子，带过来打开向骆塞尔太太说：
“你自己选吧，亲爱的。”
她最初看见许多手镯，随后一个用珍珠镶成的项圈，随后一个威尼斯款式的金十字架，镶着宝石的，做工非常精巧。她在镜子跟前试着这些首饰，迟疑不决，舍不得丢开这些东西，归还这些东西。她老问着。
“你还有没有一点什么别的？”
“有的是，你自己找吧。我不晓得哪件合得上你的意思。”她忽然在一只黑缎子做的小盒子里，发现了一串用金刚钻镶成的项链，那东西真地压得倒一切；于是她的心房因为一种奢望渐渐跳起来。她双手拿着那东西发抖，她把它压着自己裙袍的领子绕在自己的颈项上面了，对着自己在镜子里的影子出了半天的神。
后来，她带看满腔的顾虑迟疑地问道：
“你能够借这东西给我吗，我只借这一件？”
“当然可以，当然可以。”
她跳起来抱着她朋友的颈项，热烈地吻了又吻，末后，她带着这件宝贝溜也似地走了。
晚会的日子到了，骆塞尔太太得到极大的成功，她比一般女宾都要漂亮，时髦，迷人，不断地微笑，并且乐得发狂。一般男宾都望着她出神，探听她的姓名，设法使人把自己引到她跟前作介绍。本部机要处的人员都想和她跳舞，部长也注意她。
她用陶醉的姿态舞着，用兴奋的动作舞着，她沉醉在欢乐里，她满意于自己的容貌的胜利，满意于自己的成绩的光荣；满意于那一切阿谀赞叹和那场使得女性认为异常完备而且甜美的凯歌，一种幸福的祥云包围着她。所以她什么都不思虑了。
她是清晨四点钟光景离开的。她丈夫自从半夜十二点钟光景，就同着另外三位男宾在一间无人理会的小客厅里睡着了；这三位男宾的妻子也正舞得很快活。
他对她的肩头上披上了那些为了上街而带来的衣裳，家常用的俭朴的衣裳，这些东西的寒伧意味是和跳舞会里的服装的豪华气派不相称的。她感到了这一层，于是为了避免另外那些裹着珍贵皮衣的太太们注意，她竟想逃遁了。
骆塞尔牵住了她：
“等着吧。你到外面会受寒。我去找一辆出租的街车来吧。”
不过她绝不听从他，匆匆忙忙下了台阶儿。等到他俩走到街上竟找不着车了；于是他俩开始去寻觅，追着那些他们远远地望得见的车子。
他俩向着塞纳河的河沿走下去，两个人感到失望，浑身冷得发抖。末了，他俩在河沿上竟找着了一辆像是夜游病者一样的旧式轿车——这样的车子白天在巴黎如同感到自惭形秽，所以要到天黑以后才看得见它们。
车子把他俩送到殉教街的寓所大门外了，他俩惆怅地上了楼。在她，这算是结束了。而他呢，却想起了自己明天早上十点钟应当到部。
她在镜子跟前脱下了那些围着肩头的大氅之类，想再次端详端详无比荣耀的自己。但是陡然间她发出了一声狂叫。她已经没有那串围着颈项的金刚钻项链了！
她丈夫这时候已经脱了一半衣裳，连忙问：
“你有点怎样？”
她发痴似地转过身来向着他：
“我已经……我已经……我现在找不着伏来士洁太太那串项链了。”
他张皇失措地站起来：
“什么！……怎样！……哪儿会有这样的事！”
于是他俩在那件裙袍的衣褶里，大氅的衣褶里，口袋里，都寻了一个遍。到处都找不到它。
他问道：
“你能够保证离开舞会的时候还挂着那东西吗？”
“对呀，我在部里的过道里还摸过它。”
“不过，倘若你在路上失掉了它，我们可以听得见它落下去的声响。它应当在车子里。”
“对呀。这是可能的。你可曾记下车子的号码？”
“没有。你呢，你当初也没有注意？”
“没有。”
他俩口呆目瞪地互相瞧着。末了，骆塞尔重新着好了衣裳。
“我去，”他说，“我去把我俩步行经过的路线再走一遍，去看看是不是可以找得着它。”
于是他出街了。她呢，连睡觉的气力都没有，始终没有换下那套参加晚会的衣裳，就靠在一把围椅上面，屋子里没有生火，脑子里什么也不想。
她丈夫在七点钟回家。什么也没有找得着。
他走到警察总厅和各报馆里去悬一种赏格，又走到各处出租小马车的公司，总而言之，凡是有一线希望的地方都走了一个遍。
她对着这种骇人的大祸，在惊愕状态中间整整地等了一天。
骆塞尔在傍晚的时候带着瘦削灰白的脸回来了；他一点什么也没有发现过。
“应当，”他说，“写信给你那个女朋友说你弄断了那串项链的搭钩，现在正叫人在那里修理。这样我们就可以有周转的时间。”
她在他的口授之下写了这封信。
一星期以后，他们任何希望都消失了。并且骆塞尔像是老了五年，高声说道：
“现在应当设法去赔这件宝贝了。”
第二天，他们拿了盛那件宝贝的盒子，照着盒子里面的招牌到了珠宝店里，店里的老板查过了许多账簿。
“从前，太太，这串项链不是我店里卖出去的，我只做了这个盒子。”
于是他俩到一家家的首饰店去访问了，寻觅一件和失掉的那件首饰相同的东西，凭着自己的记忆力做参考，他俩因为伤心和忧愁都快要生病了。
他们在故宫街一家小店里找到了一串用金刚钻镶成的念珠，他们觉得正像他们寻觅的那一串。它值得四万金法郎。店里可以作三万六千让给他俩。
他们所以央求那小店的老板在三天之内不要卖掉这东西。并且另外说好了条件：倘若原有的那串在二月底以前找回来，店里就用三万四千金当郎收买这串回去。
骆塞尔本存着他父亲从前留给他的一万八千金法郎。剩下的数目就得去借了。
他动手借钱了，向这一个借一千金法郎，向那个借五百，向这里借五枚鲁意金元，向另一处又借三枚。他签了许多借据，订了许多破产性的契约，和那些盘剥重利的人，各种不同国籍的放款人打交道。他损害了自己后半生的前程，他不顾成败利钝冒险地签上了自己的名姓，并且，想到了将来的苦恼，想到了就会压在身上的黑暗贫穷，想到了整个物质上的匮乏和全部精神上的折磨造成的远景，他感到恐怖了，终于走到那个珠宝商人的柜台边放下了三万六千金法郎，取了那串新项链。
在骆塞尔太太把首饰还给伏来士洁太太的时候，这一位用一种不高兴的神情向她说：
“你应当早点儿还给我，因为我也许要用它。”
她当时并没有打开那只盒子，这正是她的女朋友担忧的事。倘若看破了这件代替品，她将要怎样想？她难道不会把她当做一个贼？
骆塞尔太太尝到了穷人的困窘生活了。此外，突然一下用英雄气概打定了主意，那笔骇人的债是必须偿还的。她预备偿还它。他们辞退了女佣；搬了家；租了某处屋顶底下的一间阁楼下。
她开始做种种家务上的粗硬工作了，厨房里可厌的日常任务了。她洗濯杯盘碗碟，在罐子锅子的油垢底子上磨坏了那些玫瑰色的手指头。内衣和抹布都由她亲自用肥皂洗濯再晾到绳子上；每天早起，她搬运垃圾下楼，再把水提到楼上，每逢走完一层楼，就得坐在楼梯上喘口气。并且穿着得像是一个平民妇人了，她挽着篮子走到蔬菜店里、杂货店里和肉店里去讲价钱，去挨骂，极力一个铜元一个铜元地去防护她那点儿可怜的零钱。
每月都要收回好些借据，一面另外立几张新的去展缓日期。
她丈夫在傍晚的时候替一个商人誊清账目，时常到了深夜，他还得抄录那种五个铜元一面的书。
末后，这种生活延长到十年之久。
十年之末，他俩居然还清了全部债务，连同高利贷者的利钱以及由利上加利滚成的数目。
骆塞尔太太像是老了。现在，她已经变成了贫苦人家的强健粗硬而且耐苦的妇人了。乱挽着头发，歪歪地系着裙子，露着一双发红的手，高声说话，大盆水洗地板。但是有时候她丈夫到办公室里去了，她独自坐在窗前，于是就回想从前的那个晚会，那个跳舞会，在那里，她当时是那样美貌，那样快活。
倘若当时没有失掉那件首饰，她现在会走到什么样的境界？谁知道？谁知道？人生真是古怪，真是变化无常啊。无论是害您或者救您，只消一点点小事。
然而，某一个星期日，她正走到香榭丽舍大街兜个圈子去调剂一周之中的日常劳作，这时候忽然看见了一个带着孩子散步的妇人。那就是伏来士洁太太，她始终是年轻的，始终是美貌的，始终是有诱惑力的。
骆塞尔太太非常激动。要不要去和她攀谈？对的，当然。并且自己现在已经还清了债务，可以彻底告诉她。为什么不？她走近前去了。
“早安，约翰妮。”
那一位竟一点儿也不认识她了，以为自己被这个平民妇人这样亲热地叫唤是件怪事，她支支吾吾地说：
“不过……这位太太！……我不知道……大概应当是您弄错了。
“没有错。我是玛蒂尔德•骆塞尔呀。”
她那个女朋友狂叫了一声：
“噢！……可怜的玛蒂尔德，你真变了样子！……”
“对呀，我过了许多很艰苦的日子，自从我上一次见过你以后；并且种种苦楚都是为了你！……”
“为了我……这是怎样一回事？”
“从前，你不是借了一串金刚钻项链给我到部里参加晚会，现在，你可还记得？”
“记得，怎样呢？”
“怎样，我丢了那串东西。”
“哪儿的话，你早已还给我了。”
“我从前还给你的是另外一串完全相同的。到现在，我们花了十年工夫才付清它的代价。像我们什么也没有的人，你明白这件事是不容易的……现在算是还清了帐，我是结结实实满意的了。”
伏来士洁太太停住了脚步：
“你可是说从前买了一串金刚钻项链来赔偿我的那一串？”
“对呀，你从前简直没有看出来，是吗？那两串东西原是完全相同的。”
说完，她用一阵自负而又天真的快乐神气微笑了。
伏来士洁太太很受感动了，抓住了她两只手：
“唉。可怜的玛蒂尔德，不过我那一串本是假的，顶多值得五百金法郎！……”
㈧ 《项链》的故事梗概
故事讲述崇尚上流社会的女子玛蒂尔德（Mathilde），年轻时总是梦想自己拥有珠光宝气并受人欣羡，但成年后仍旧一无所有，并嫁给了一个只会一味讨她欢喜，在教育部当低阶文员的洛瓦塞尔（Loisel）。
一天丈夫争取到了供职教育部举办晚会的一封请柬。在机会面前，玛蒂尔德却因没有服饰十分懊恼。丈夫把原本要存下来买来福枪的钱给她买了华丽的晚装，但她还是想要珠宝首饰。
因为没有钱，丈夫让她找她以前的同学珍娜（Jeanne）借点儿首饰。她有幸借到了最眩目的宝石项链，也的确令她占尽晚会的风头，不料随后项链就丢了。
玛蒂尔德和丈夫倾家荡产的拿出积蓄并借债凑够三万六千法郎买来新项链还给珍娜。随后数年里，她和丈夫勤俭节约，辛苦劳作偿清债务。玛蒂尔德在极乐公园撞见了珍娜，并告诉了她项链丢失后买新项链奉还的事情。珍娜听完非常惊异的说，那串项链其实只是价值五百法郎的赝品。
(8)英文短篇小说项链扩展阅读：
《项链》（法语：LaParure）是法国作家莫泊桑创作的短篇小说，也是他的代表作之一，最初刊载于1884年2月14日的《高卢报》（LesGaulois，后来被并入现在的费加洛报），以其极具莫泊桑风格的大逆转结局而闻名。
句子解析
1、雪白雪白的浪花，哗哗地笑着，涌向沙滩，悄悄撒下小小的海螺和贝壳。
这是拟人句，写出了浪花的调皮，饱含着作者对浪花的喜爱之情。
2、小娃娃嘻嘻地笑着，迎上去，捡起小小的海螺和贝壳，穿成彩色的项链，挂在胸前。
写孩子们用海螺和贝壳穿成彩色的项链，表现了小娃娃的聪明可爱。
3、快活的脚印印在沙滩上，穿成金色的项链，挂在大海胸前。
指孩子在沙滩上行走时留下的一串串脚印，沙滩是黄色的，踩出的脚印也是黄色的，所以说是“金色的项链”。
㈨ 莫泊桑短篇小说 项链 英语报告
法国作家莫泊桑的短篇小说《项链》，在中国流传甚广。中国读者对这部作品实在太熟悉了，几乎当代中学生都在语文课本里读到过它。许多年来，对其中女主人公的看法，也几乎是完全一致的——她是一个被资产阶级虚荣心腐蚀而导致丧失青春的悲剧形象。好像对女主人公玛蒂尔德的认识是绝对的众口一声，毫无二致。但果真如此吗?难道我们从莫泊桑的小说中就没有读出别的体验吗?对她就没有别的看法吗?玛蒂尔德丢失项链这一故事的中心事件，对她一生构成的到底是悲剧还是喜剧?她的生活从那一时刻起到底发生了什么转变?她的性格从那个晚上起到底产生了哪些变化?这些我们自以为早就明白了的问题果真经得起追问和推敲吗?这些看法的确最符合莫泊桑的创作初衷吗?当我们向自己质疑这一系列的问题时，特别是当我们的思想观念有了变化，更加看重文本本身的价值而不是某些权威或泰斗的盖棺论定，更加重视接受美学在阅读中的作用时，我们忽然发现，原来《项链》给我们提供的远远不止我们已经知道的。不仅如此，有些还是我们根本想不到或是想错了的。于是，对这部经典小说重读并产生新的看法，便成为了可能。
《项链》的故事由女主人公丢失项链的前前后后构成。小说以“项链”为线索，将玛蒂尔德为参加晚会而借项链，戴着项链在晚会上出尽风头，回来时丢失项链沿途寻找未得而焦急万分，四处借钱买了项链归还，用10年的光阴偿还所借款项，直到得知那项链原来是条赝品为止贯穿情节，使读者对小说中的项链有了至深至透的感受。而女主人公的性格也就在这一失一得中尽显风采，使其成为外国文学史上不可多得、独具特性的女性形象。
㈩ 急需莫泊桑《项链》英语全文
SHE was one of those pretty and charming girls, born by a blunder of destiny in a family of employees. She had no dowry, no expectations, no means of being known, understood, loved, married by a man rich and distinguished; and she let them make a match for her with a little clerk in the Department of Ecation.
She was simple since she could not be adorned; but she was unhappy as though kept out of her own class; for women have no caste and no descent, their beauty, their grace, and their charm serving them instead of birth and fortune. Their native keenness, their instinctive elegance, their flexibility of mind, are their only hierarchy; and these make the daughters of the people the equals of the most lofty dames. 2
She suffered intensely, feeling herself born for every delicacy and every luxury. She suffered from the poverty of her dwelling, from the worn walls, the abraded chairs, the ugliness of the stuffs. All these things, which another woman of her caste would not even have noticed, tortured her and made her indignant. The sight of the little girl from Brittany who did her humble housework awoke in her desolated regrets and distracted dreams. She let her mind dwell on the quiet vestibules, hung with Oriental tapestries, lighted by tall lamps of bronze, and on the two tall footmen in knee breeches who dozed in the large armchairs, made drowsy by the heat of the furnace. She let her mind dwell on the large parlors, decked with old silk, with their delicate furniture, supporting precious bric-a-brac, and on the coquettish little rooms, perfumed, prepared for the five o’clock chat with the most intimate friends, men well known and sought after, whose attentions all women envied and desired.
When she sat down to dine, before a tablecloth three days old, in front of her husband, who lifted the cover of the tureen, declaring with an air of satisfaction, “Ah, the good pot-au-feu. I don’t know anything better than that,” she was thinking of delicate repasts, with glittering silver, with tapestries peopling the walls with ancient figures and with strange birds in a fairy-like forest; she was thinking of exquisite dishes, served in marvelous platters, of compliment whispered and heard with a sphinx-like smile, while she was eating the rosy flesh of a trout or the wings of a quail.
She had no dresses, no jewelry, nothing. And she loved nothing else; she felt herself made for that only. She would so much have liked to please, to be envied, to be sective and sought after.
She had a rich friend, a comrade of her convent days, whom she did not want to go and see any more, so much did she suffer as she came away. And she wept all day long, from chagrin, from regret, from despair, and from distress.
But one evening her husband came in with a proud air, holding in his hand a large envelope.
“There,” said he, “there’s something for you.”
She quickly tore the paper and took out of it a printed card which bore these words:
“The Minister of Ecation and Mme. Georges Rampouneau beg M. and Mme. Loisel to do them the honor to pass the evening with them at the palace of the Ministry, on Monday, January .”
Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she threw the invitation on the table with annoyance, murmuring
“What do you want me to do with that?”
“But, my dear, I thought you would be pleased. You never go out, and here’s a chance, a fine one. I had the hardest work to get it. Everybody is after them; they are greatly sought for and not many are given to the clerks. You will see there all the official world.”
She looked at him with an irritated eye and she declared with impatience:
“What do you want me to put on my back to go there?”
He had not thought of that; he hesitated:
“But the dress in which you go to the theater. That looks very well to me”
He shut up, astonished and distracted at seeing that his wife was weeping. Two big tears were descending slowly from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth. He stuttered:
What’s the matter? What’s the matter?”
But by a violent effort she had conquered her trouble, and she replied in a calm voice as she wiped her damp cheeks:
“Nothing. Only I have no clothes, and in consequence I cannot go to this party. Give your card to some colleague whose wife has a better outfit than I.”
He was disconsolate. He began again:
“See here, Mathilde, how much would this cost, a proper dress, which would do on other occasions; something very simple?”
She reflected a few seconds, going over her calculations, and thinking also of the sum which she might ask without meeting an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the frugal clerk.
“At last, she answered hesitatingly:
“I don’t know exactly, but it seems to me that with four hundred francs I might do it.”
He grew a little pale, for he was reserving just that sum to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting, the next summer, on the plain of Nanterre, with some friends who used to shoot larks there on Sundays.
But he said:
“All right. I will give you four hundred francs. But take care to have a pretty dress.”
The day of the party drew near, and Mme. Loisel seemed sad, restless, anxious. Yet her dress was ready. One evening her husband said to her:
“What’s the matter? Come, now, you have been quite queer these last three days.”
And she answered:
“It annoys me not to have a jewel, not a single stone, to put on. I shall look like distress. I would almost rather not go to this party.”
He answered:
“You will wear some natural flowers. They are very stylish this time of the year. For ten francs you will have two or three magnificent roses.”
But she was not convinced.
“No; there’s nothing more humiliating than to look poor among a lot of rich women.”
But her husband cried:
“What a goose you are! Go find your friend, Mme. Forester, and ask her to lend you some jewelry. You know her well enough to do that.”
She gave a cry of joy
“That’s true. I had not thought of it.”
The next day she went to her friend’s and told her about her distress.
Me. Forester went to her mirrored wardrobe, took out a large casket, brought it, opened it, and said to Mme. Loisel: