An Invitation (Part 3)
Now, one evening her husband came home with a triumphant air, holding in
his hand a large envelope.
"There," said he, "there is something for you."
She quickly tore open the paper and drew out a printed card, bearing
"The Minister of Public Instruction and Mme. Georges Rampouneau request
the honor of M. and Mme. Loisel's company at the palace of the Ministry,
Monday evening, January 18th."
Instead of being overcome with delight, as her husband expected, she
threw the invitation on the table with disdain, murmuring:
"What do you wish me to do with that?"
"Why, my dear, I thought you would be pleased. You never go out, and
this is such a fine opportunity! I had awful trouble in getting it.
Every one wants to go; it is very select, and they are not giving many
invitations to clerks. You will see all the official world."
She looked at him with irritation, and said, impatiently:
"What do you expect me to put on my back if I go?"
He had not thought of that. He stammered:
"Why, the dress you go to the theatre in. It seems all right to me."
He stopped, stupefied, distracted, on 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:
"What's the matter? What's the matter?"
下期续 to be continued.
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