短篇故事絕望的搜尋 A Desperate Search
Loisel returned in the evening with cheeks hollow and pale; he had found nothing.
"You must write to your friend," said he, "that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it repaired. It will give us time to turn around."
She wrote as he dictated.
* * * * *
At the end of a week they had lost all hope.
And Loisel, looking five years older, declared:
"We must consider how to replace the necklace."
The next day they took the box which had contained it, and went to the place of the jeweller whose name they found inside. He consulted his books.
"It was not I, madame, who sold the necklace; I must simply have furnished the casket."
Then they went from jeweller to jeweller, looking for an ornament like the other, consulting their memories, both sick with grief and anguish.
They found, in a shop at the Palais Royal, a string of diamonds which seemed to them exactly what they were looking for. It was worth forty thousand francs.[*] They could have it for thirty-six thousand.
