The Ball

My husband had returned home this evening with a large envelope in his hand. "'There,' said he, 'here is something for you.'" (Guy De Maupassant). I had opened the envolope which beautifully printed, read these words:

"'The Minister of Public Instruction and Mme. Georges Ramponneau request the honor of M. and Mme. Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry on Monday evening, January 18th.'" (Guy De Maupassant).

To my husbands surprised I was not happy. I had said "'What do you want me to do with that?'"(Guy De Maupassant). He had responded, "'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.'"(Guy De Maupassant).  Impatiently I replied with, "'And what do you want me to put on my back?'"(Guy De Maupassant).  He had realized i was right and began giving suggestions; I started to cry. Sadly i had told him, "'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.'"(Guy De Maupassant).  

He had generously gave me money to nuy a new dress and gave me an idea to borrow jewelery from my friend Mme. Forestier, a beautiful diamond necklace! It was perfect! The ball was everythig I have ever dreamed of I was the life of the ball, all the attention was on me! I was so happy until I got home and saw that the necklace was no longer there! I had lost it!

We had to find a new one to replace it. When we finally found one we asked for loans to pay for it. Now we are drowning in debt!