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“The Necklace” By Guy De Maupassant

Found in textbook on page 26

Story online at: http://www.bartleby.com/195/20.html

Audio Version of story can be found at: http://www.sanjuan.edu/webpages/arisantillanes/audiobooks.cfm?subpage=107232


Common Core Standards: RL.1 Cite strong and thorough textual evidence to support analysis of what the text says explicitly as well as inferences drawn from the text. RL. 3 Analyze how complex characters develop over the course of a text, interact with other characters. RL. 4 Determine the connotative meaning of words and phrases as they are used in a text RL.6 Analyze a particular point of view reflected in a work of world literature


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Essential Question: How important is status? What would you do to gain popularity?

Introduction: What happens to people who place too much emphasis on popularity or status? In “The Necklace,” you’ll meet Madame Loisel, an unforgettable character who quest for popularity and status costs her more than she could have ever dreamed.



Making the Connection: Like the character Madame Loisel, many people think that material possessions are the key to status and popularity. What do you think about this? Discuss with a partner the dangers of being overly concerned with status.

After you read this short story, you will look at some nonfiction texts that explore the topics of overspending and debt.





Text Analysis: Character Motivation

Motivation is the reason behind a characters behavior. Motivation is what drives a complex character to think and act in certain ways. For instance, a character might want to be the captain of the volleyball team or perhaps become popular with the “cool” kids at school. What the character says and does reflects their desires. As you read “The Necklace,” consider how Madame Loisel’s words and actions reflect her motivation.



Skills for Reading: Making Inferences

Writer’s will rarely tell you what a character is truly like; they will leave it up to the reader to figure out based on the clue’s provided about the character. Readers can use the details, combined with their own background knowledge, to make inference, or educated and logical guesses, about a character’s traits, values, and feelings.

In the graphic organizer below, keep track of your inferences about the character Madame Loisel and her husband.

Details about Characters:

Personal Experiences that informs my ideas:


My Inferences:



Important vocabulary in context

Restate each phrase using a different word or words for the boldfaced terms. Then, write a brief definition of each word you’re familiar with. 10 words total.



Vocabulary: Prospects, incessantly, vexation, desperate, adulation, disconsolate, aghast, gamut, privation,

askew


Word + what you think it means as used in context: Actual definition:

  1. A few prospects for success







  1. Talked incessantly all day







  1. Vexation about their argument







  1. A desperate pauper







  1. Adulation from her fans







  1. Disconsolate after losing his dog







  1. Aghast at her rude remarks







  1. Run the gamut of possibilities







  1. A prisoner’s privation







10.messy, with his tie all askew








About the Author

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Guy de Maupassant was a popular 19th-century French writer, considered one of the fathers of the modern short story and one of the form's finest exponents.

He was born into an upper-middle-class family in France, and when his family’s fortune ran out he was forced to work for a while as government clerk. From this position he drew inspiration for the husband in the story “The Necklace.” He was able to generate some significant income and fame as a writer, however his success was short-lived. Maupassant suffered from mental illness, and died at a Paris asylum at the young age of 42.

For more on this author go to: http://classicallibrary.org/maupassant/index.htm

The Necklace” Close Reading Activity



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Analyze Visuals: Examine this portrait. What social class do you think she belongs to? Identify the details that helped you draw this inference.



She was one of those pretty and charming girls, born by a blunder of destiny in a family of employees. She had no dowry, no prospects, no means of being known, understood, loved, married by a man rich and distinguished; and she let them make a match for her with a little clerk in the Ministry of Education.

She dressed plainly since she could not be adorned; but she was unhappy as though kept out of her own class; for women have no caste and no descent, their beauty, their grace, and their charm serving them instead of birth and fortune. Their native keenness, their instinctive elegance, their flexibility of mind, are their only hierarchy; and these make the daughters of the people the equals of the most lofty dames.

She grieved incessantly, feeling herself born for every delicacy and every luxury. She suffered from the poverty of her dwelling, from the worn walls, the abraded chairs, the ugliness of the stuffs. All these things, which another woman of her caste would not even have noticed, tortured her and made her indignant. The sight of the little girl from Brittany who did her humble housework awoke in her desolated regrets and distracted dreams. She let her mind dwell on the quiet vestibules, hung with Oriental tapestries, lighted by tall lamps of bronze, and on the two tall footmen in knee breeches who dozed in the large armchairs, made drowsy by the heat of the furnace. She let her mind dwell on the large parlors, decked with old silk, with their delicate furniture, supporting precious bric-a-brac, and on the coquettish little rooms, perfumed, prepared for the five o’clock chat with the most intimate friends, men well known and sought after, whose attentions all women envied and desired.

When she sat down to dine, before a tablecloth three days old, in front of her husband, who lifted the cover of the tureen, declaring with an air of satisfaction, “Ah, the good pot-au-feu. I don’t know anything better than that,” she was thinking of delicate repasts, with glittering silver, with tapestries peopling the walls with ancient figures and with strange birds in a fairy-like forest; she was thinking of exquisite dishes, served in marvelous platters, of compliment whispered and heard with a sphinxlike smile, while she was eating the rosy flesh of a trout or the wings of a quail.

She had no dresses, no jewelry, nothing. And she loved nothing else; she felt herself made for that only. She would so much have liked to please, to be envied, to be seductive and sought after.

She had a rich friend, a comrade of her convent days, whom she did not want to go and see any more, so much did she suffer as she came away. And she wept all day long, from vexation, from regret, from despair, and from distress.

But one evening her husband came in with a proud air, holding in his hand a large envelope.

“There,” said he, “there’s something for you.”

She quickly tore the paper and took out of it a printed card which bore these words:—

“The Minister of Education and Mme. Georges Rampouneau beg M. and Mme. Loisel to do them the honor to pass the evening with them at the palace of the Ministry, on Monday, January 18.”

Instead of being delighted, as her husband hoped, she threw the invitation on the table with annoyance, murmuring—

“What do you want me to do with that?”

“But, my dear, I thought you would be pleased. You never go out, and here’s a chance, a fine one. I had the hardest work to get it. Everybody is after them; they are greatly sought for and not many are given to the clerks. You will see there all the official world.”

She looked at him with an irritated eye and burst out with impatience:—

“What do you want me to put on my back to go there?”

He had not thought of that; he hesitated:—

“But the dress in which you go to the theater. That looks very well to me—”

He shut up, astonished and distracted at seeing that his wife was weeping. Two big tears were descending slowly from the corners of the eyes to the corners of the mouth. He stuttered:—

What’s the matter? What’s the matter?”

But by a violent effort she had conquered her trouble, and she replied in a calm voice as she wiped her damp cheeks:—

“Nothing. Only I have no clothes, and in consequence I cannot go to this party. Give your card to some colleague whose wife has a better outfit than I.”

He was disconsolate. He began again:—

“See here, Mathilde, how much would this cost, a proper dress, which would do on other occasions; something very simple?”

She reflected a few seconds, going over her calculations, and thinking also of the sum which she might ask without meeting an immediate refusal and a frightened exclamation from the frugal clerk.

“At last, she answered hesitatingly:—

“I don’t know exactly, but it seems to me that with four hundred francs I might do it.”

He grew a little pale, for he was reserving just that sum to buy a gun and treat himself to a little shooting, the next summer, on the plain of Nanterre, with some friends who used to shoot larks there on Sundays.

But he said:—

“All right. I will give you four hundred francs. But take care to have a pretty dress.”

The day of the party drew near, and Mme. Loisel seemed sad, restless, anxious. Yet her dress was ready. One evening her husband said to her:—

“What’s the matter? Come, now, you have been quite queer these last three days.”

And she answered:—

“It annoys me not to have a jewel, not a single stone, to put on. I shall look like pauper. I would almost rather not go to this party.”

He answered:—

“You will wear some natural flowers. They are very stylish this time of the year. For ten francs you will have two or three magnificent roses.”

But she was not convinced.

No; there’s nothing more humiliating than to look poor among a lot of rich women.”

But her husband cried:—

“What a goose you are! Go find your friend, Mme. Forester, and ask her to lend you some jewelry. You know her well enough to do that.”

She gave a cry of joy:—

“That’s true. I had not thought of it.”

The next day she went to her friend’s and told her about her distress.

Mme. Forester went to her mirrored wardrobe, took out a large casket, brought it, opened it, and said to Mme. Loisel:—

“Choose, my dear.”

She saw at first bracelets, then a necklace of pearls, then a Venetian cross of gold set with precious stones of an admirable workmanship. She tried on the ornaments before the glass, hesitated, and could not decide to take them off and to give them up. She kept on asking:—

“You haven’t anything else?”

“Yes, yes. Look. I do not know what will happen to please you.”

All at once she discovered, in a box of black satin, a superb necklace of diamonds, and her heart began to beat with boundless desire. Her hands trembled in taking it up. She fastened it round her throat, on her high dress, and remained in ecstasy before herself.

Then, she asked, hesitating, full of anxiety:—

“Can you lend me this, only this?”

“Yes, yes, certainly.”

She sprang to her friend’s neck, kissed her with ardor, and then escaped with her treasure.

The day of the party arrived. Mme. Loisel was a success. She was the prettiest of them all, elegant, gracious, smiling, and mad with joy. All the men were looking at her, inquiring her name, asking to be introduced. All the attaches of the Cabinet wanted to dance with her. The Minister took notice of her.

She danced with delight, with passion, intoxicated with pleasure, thinking of nothing, in the triumph of her beauty, in the glory of her success, in a sort of cloud of happiness composed of all the adulation, of all the admirations, of all these awakened desires, of this victory so complete and so sweet to a woman’s heart.

She went away about four in the morning. Since midnight—her husband has been dozing in a little anteroom with three other men whose wives were having a good time.



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He threw over her shoulders the wraps he had brought to go home in, modest garments of every-day life, the poverty of which was out of keeping with the elegance of the ball dress. She felt this, and wanted to fly so as not to be noticed by the other women, who were wrapping themselves up in rich furs.

Loisel kept her back—

“Wait a minute; you will catch cold outside; I’ll call a cab.”

But she did not listen to him, and went downstairs rapidly. When they were in the street, they could not find a carriage, and they set out in search of one, hailing the drivers whom they saw passing in the distance.

They went down toward the Seine, disconsolate, shivering. Finally, they found on the Quai one of those old night-hawk cabs which one sees in Paris only after night has fallen, as though they are ashamed of their misery in the daytime.

It brought them to their door, rue des Martyrs; and they went up their own stairs sadly. For her it was finished. And he was thinking that he would have to be at the Ministry at ten o’clock.

She took off the wraps with which she had covered her shoulders, before the mirror, so as to see herself once more in her glory. But suddenly she gave a cry. She no longer had the necklace around her throat!

Her husband, half undressed already, asked—

“What is the matter with you?”

She turned to him, terror-stricken:—

“I—I—I have not Mme. Forester’s diamond necklace!”

He jumped up, frightened—

“What? How? It is not possible!”

And they searched in the folds of the dress, in the folds of the wrap, in the pockets, everywhere. They did not find it.

He asked:—

“Are you sure you still had it when you left the ball?”

“Yes, I touched it in the vestibule of the Ministry.”

“But if you had lost it in the street, we should have heard it fall. It must be in the cab.”

“Yes. That is probable. Did you take the number?”

“No. And you—you did not even look at it?”

“No.”


They gazed at each other, aghast. At last Loisel dressed himself again.

“I’m going,” he said, “back the whole distance we came on foot, to see if I cannot find it.”

And he went out. She stayed there, in her ball dress, without strength to go to bed, overwhelmed, on a chair, without a fire, without a thought.

Her husband came back about seven o’clock. He had found nothing.

Then he went to police headquarters, to the newspapers to offer a reward, to the cab company; he did everything, in fact, that a trace of hope could urge him to.

She waited all day, in the same dazed state in face of this horrible disaster.

Loisel came back in the evening, with his face worn and white; he had discovered nothing.

“You must write to your friend,” he said, “that you have broken the clasp of her necklace and that you are having it repaired. That 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, aged by five years, declared:—

“We must see how we can replace those jewels.”

The next day they took the case which had held them to the jeweler whose name was in the cover. He consulted his books.

“It was not I, madam, who sold this necklace. I only supplied the case.”

Then they went from jeweler to jeweler, looking for a necklace like the other, consulting their memory,—sick both of them with grief and anxiety.

In a shop in the Palais Royal, they found a diamond necklace that seemed to them absolutely like the one they were seeking. It was priced forty thousand francs. They could have it for thirty-six.

They begged the jeweler not to sell it for three days. And they made a bargain that he should take it back for thirty-four thousand, if the first was found before the end of February.

Loisel possessed eighteen thousand francs which his father had left him. He had to borrow the remainder.

He borrowed, asking a thousand francs from one, five hundred from another, five here, three louis there. He gave promissory notes, made ruinous agreements, dealt with usurers, with all kinds of lenders. He compromised the end of his life, risked his signature without even knowing whether it could be honored; and, frightened by all the anguish of the future, by the black misery which was about to settle down on him, by the perspective of all sorts of privations of the body and moral tortures, he went to buy the new diamond necklace, laying down on the jeweler’s counter thirty-six thousand francs.

When Mme. Loisel took back the necklace to Mme. Forester, the latter said, with an irritated air:—

“You ought to have brought it back sooner, for I might have needed it.”

She did not open the case, which her friend had been fearing. If she had noticed the substitution, what would she have thought? What would she have said? Might she not have been taken for a thief?

Mme. Loisel learned the horrible life of the needy. She made the best of it, moreover, frankly, heroically. The frightful debt must be paid. She would pay it. They dismissed the servant; they changed their rooms; they took an attic under the roof.

She learned the rough work of the household, the odious labors of the kitchen. She washed the dishes, wearing out her pink nails on the greasy pots and the bottoms of the pans. She washed the dirty linen, the shirts and the towels, which she dried on a rope; she carried down the garbage to the street every morning, and she carried up the water, pausing for breath on every floor. And, dressed like a woman of the people, she went to the fruiterer, the grocer, the butcher, a basket on her arm, bargaining, insulted, fighting for her wretched money, sou by sou.

Every month they had to pay notes, to renew others to gain time.

The husband worked in the evening keeping up the books of a shopkeeper, and at night often he did copying at five sous the page.

And this life lasted ten years.

At the end of ten years they had paid everything back, everything, with the rates of usury and all the accumulation of heaped-up interest.

Mme. Loisel seemed aged now. She had become the robust woman, hard and rough, of a poor household. Badly combed, with her skirts askew and her hands red, her voice was loud, and she washed the floor with splashing water.



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But sometimes, when her husband was at the office, she sat down by the window and she thought of that evening long ago, of that ball, where she had been so beautiful and so admired.

What would have happened if she had not lost that necklace? Who knows? Who knows? How singular life is, how changeable! What a little thing it takes to save you or to lose you.

Then, one Sunday, as she was taking a turn in the Champs Elysées, as a recreation after the labors of the week, she perceived suddenly a woman walking with a child. It was Mme. Forester, still young, still beautiful, still seductive.

Mme. Loisel felt moved. Should she speak to her? Yes, certainly. And now that she had paid up, she would tell her all. Why not?

She drew near.

“Good morning, Jeanne.”

The other did not recognize her, astonished to be hailed thus familiarly by this woman of the people. She hesitated—

“But—madam—I don’t know—are you not making a mistake?”

“No. I am Mathilde Loisel.”

Her friend gave a cry—

“Oh!—My poor Mathilde, how you are changed.”

“Yes, I have had hard days since I saw you, and many troubles,—and that because of you.”

“Of me?—How so?”

“You remember that diamond necklace that you lent me to go to the ball at the Ministry?”

“Yes. And then?”

“Well, I lost it.”

“How can that be?—since you brought it back to me?”

“I brought you back another just like it. And now for ten years we have been paying for it. You will understand that it was not easy for us, who had nothing. At last, it is done, and I am mighty glad.”

Mme. Forester had guessed.

“You say that you bought a diamond necklace to replace mine?”

“Yes. You did not notice it, even, did you? They were exactly alike?”

And she smiled with proud and naïve joy.

Mme. Forester, much moved, took her by both hands:—

“Oh, my poor Mathilde. But mine were only paste! At most they were worth five hundred francs!”


Prospects (noun), chances or possibilities, especially for financial success

Inference: Why does she dress plainly?

Incessantly (adv.), without interruption; continuously

Make Inferences: Consider what you learn about Madame Loisel in the third paragraph. What do you think she feels the way she does?

Make Inferences:

What are Madame Loisel’s dreams and desires up to this point? What can readers infer about her values?



Vexation (noun): irritation; annoyance

Common Core RL.4

Language Alert: Denotation and Connotation

Many words & fixed expressions have positive and negative emotional associations called connotations. These connotations are different from what you would find in the dictionary. The dictionary definition is known as denotation. Reread the underlined portion. What is the denotation of burst out in this sentence? What are its connotations?



Character Motivation- What do you think Monsieur Loisel’s motivation is for giving money to his wife? Cite details from the story to support your answer.

Pauper (noun): poor person, especially one who depends on public charity

Characterization:

Based on the highlighted quote, what can readers further infer about Madame Loisel?



Character Motivation:

Why does Madame Loisel choose the diamond necklace? Use details from the story to explain her motivation.



Adulation (noun): excessive praise or flattery

Analyze Visuals:

In your opinion, how well does this painting depict the setting of the party? Explain by discussing the details that helped shape your opinion.



Disconsolate (adj.) extremely depressed or dejected

Character Motivation: What is the impact of having the narrator explain what Madame Loisel and her husband each think? Explain your answer.

Aghast (adj) – filled with shock and horror

Privations (noun)-the lack of basic necessities for living comfortably

Character Motivation- Why don’t the Loisels just tell Mme. Forester the truth? What motivates them to go into terrible debt?

Askew (adj) awry, crooked, off-centered

Analyze Visuals: Compare this artwork with one analyzed first. How do the details and styles of each reflect the changes that Madame Loisel endures?

Analyze – What is different about Madame Loisel physically and mentally compared to the beginning of the story? Cite evidence to support your answer.

Hypothesize- Do you think Madame Loisel will tell her friend the truth? Explain your answer.

Character Motivation-Contemplate what may motivate Madame Loisel to talk to her friend. Is it believable that she would do this given her earlier thoughts and actions? Explain your answer.

What does Madame Forestier tell Madame Loisel? Why is this ironic and what themes might result from the ending of this story?




After Reading Questions

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After Reading Questions

  1. (Recall DOK 1) Why is Madame Loisel dissatisfied at the beginning of the story?

  2. (Recall DOK 1) What causes the change in the Loisels’ financial situation?

  3. (Summarize DOK 2) What unexpected twist happens at the end of the story?

  4. (Make Inference DOK 2) Review the inferences and evidence from the story you wrote down as you were reading. How much do you think Madame Loisel has changed by the time the story ends?

  5. (Analyze Situational Irony DOK 3) What is ironic about the ending of “The Necklace”?

  6. (Compare and Contrast Characters DOK 3) Does the husband, Monsieur Loisel want to achieve status as badly as his wife does? Use Evidence from the story to support your answer.

  7. (Interpret motivation DOK 3) Think about what you understand about the characters’ feelings and goals. For each described in the chart shown, decide on the character’s motivation.

Action

Motivation

Mme. Loisel weeps when she receives the invitation.




Mme. Loisel borrows jewelry rather than wear flowers.





Monsieur Loisel advises his wife not to tell her friend about the lost necklace.






  1. (Analyze Point of View DOK 3) For most of “The Necklace,” the narrator focuses on Madame Loisel’s thoughts and feelings. However, since this story is told from the third person omniscient point of view, the narrator also relays the thought of Monsieur Loisel. Did knowing Monsieur’s inner thoughts affect your opinion of Madame Loisel? Explain your answer.

  2. (Evaluate DOK 3) Do you think Madame Loisel demonstrates heroism in paying off her debt? Find examples from the story to support your answer.

  3. (Critique DOK 4) The literary critic Edward D. Sullivan declared that “The Necklace” is not just a story pointing to a moral, such as “honesty is the best policy” but a story showing that in people’s lives, “blind chance rules.” Do you agree or disagree with Sullivan’s argument. Use strong evidence to support your opinion.

  4. (Enduring Understanding) Review the two essentials questions. Now that you have read “The Necklace” have your answers changed? Why or why not? Explain.


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