She moved fiercely, with enthusiasm, plastered on delight, failing to remember everything in the victory of her magnificence, in the brilliance of her prosperity, in a kind of haze of joy, comprised of this regard, this esteem, this large number of stirred wants, of that feeling of win that is so sweet to a lady's heart.
She left at around four AM. Her better half had been resting since 12 PM in a little abandoned vestibule with three different courteous fellows whose spouses were living it up.
He tossed over her shoulders the garments he had brought for her to go external in, the humble garments of a normal life, whose neediness stood out pointedly from the style of the ball dress. She felt this and needed to take off, so she wouldn't be seen by different ladies who were enveloping themselves by costly furs.
Loisel held her back.
"Stand by a second, you'll get a bug outside. I'll proceed to track down a taxi."
However, she wouldn't pay attention to him, and ran down the steps. At the point when they were at last in the road, they couldn't track down a taxi, and started to search for one, yelling at the cabmen they saw passing somewhere far off.
They strolled down toward the Seine hopelessly, shuddering with cold. Finally they found on the quay one of those old night taxis that one finds in Paris solely after dull, as though they were embarrassed to show their pitifulness during the day.
They were dropped off at their entryway in the Rue des Martyrs, and unfortunately strolled up the moves toward their loft. It was everywhere, for her. What's more, he was recalling that he must be once again at his office at ten o'clock.
Before the mirror, she removed the garments around her shoulders, investigating herself in the entirety of her brilliance. Yet, out of nowhere she expressed a cry. She no longer had the jewelry round her neck!