The Necklace (SCRIPTED)

Scene 13 - 15: The Return of the Lost Jewel

Scene 13
Narrator: Monsieur Loisel had eighteen thousand francs inherited from his father. But that amount is not enough to pay an expensive necklace. And so . . . .

(curtains open) (Monsieur Loisel enters)

. . . Monsieur Loisel borrows one thousand from another man, five hundred from another, five louis here, three louis there. He also give notes of hand, entered into ruinous agreements, did business with usurers and the whole tribe of money lenders.

(curtains close)

Narrator: After doing so much business, Monsieur Loisel went back to the jeweler's shop and paid the necklace worth thirty-six thousand francs.

Scene 14
Narrator: At last the necklace was paid. So Madame Mathilde went to Madame Forestier's house and takes the necklace with her.

(curtains open)

(Madame Mathilde enters and knocks the door.)

Madame Mathilde: Madame Forestier!

Madame Forestier: Oh, Mathilde! (stands up, and opens the door)

Madame Mathilde: Bon jour, Madame.

Madame Forestier: Bon jour. Come inside, and sit.

Madame Mathilde: I came here to return your necklace. (nervously gives the case because she's afraid

Madame Forestier would open it and noticed the differences of her own necklace to the new one.)

Madame Forestier: You ought to have brought it back sooner; I might have needed it. (receives the case)

Madame Mathilde: I'm so sorry Madame.

Madame Forestier: Well, your forgiven.

(curtains close)

Narrator: Even though of her mistake, Madame Forestier forgive Madame Mathilde.



Scene 15
Narrator: Because of their large amount of debts, their servant was dismissed and Madame Mathilde forced herself to work at her house.

(curtains open)

(Mathilde enters washing clothes.)

She washes the dirty linen, the shirts and dish-cloths, and hung them out to dry on strings.

(Mathilde carries out a dustbin)

Every morning she took the dustbin down the street and carried up water, stopping on each landing to get her breath.

(Mathilde goes to the market)

And, clad like a poor woman she went to the fruiter, to the grocer, to the butcher, with a basket on her arm, haggling, insulted, and fighting for every wrenched half penny of her money.

(curtains close)