He resumed:
“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.”
She was not convinced.
“No; there’s nothing more humiliating than to look poor among other women who are rich.”
But her husband cried:
“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.”
She uttered a cry of joy: