Mr. Randin met the young woman at a party at the deputy chief's house and fell in love with her. Her father, a provincial tax collector, had been dead for several years. Then she followed her mother to Paris. Her mother expected her to be married off, often to several middle-class families nearby. Poor as they were, they were decent, steady and kind. This young woman seems to be the perfect example of a well-behaved woman to whom every sensible young man dreams of entrusting his life. There was a charm of angelic chastity in her simplicity, and the imperceptible smile that never left her lips seemed a reflection of her soul. Everyone praised her, and everyone who knew her said, "The one who marries her will be happy, and there is no one better than her." Mr Randin was then a chief clerk in the Home Office, the salary is three thousand, five hundred francs a year.He proposed to her and took her as his wife. His happiness with her is beyond description. She was frugal and thrifty, so they seemed to be living a good life. She was extremely caring, considerate and affectionate to her husband. And her own allure was so great that, although they had met for six years, he loved her even more than he had loved her in those first days. He reproached her with only two hobbies: theater and fake jewelry. Her friends -LRB-she knew the wives of a few minor officials) were often able to secure a box for her, to take her to the popular plays of the day, and even to the new ones that were first put on; she did not care whether her husband wanted it or not, he was always dragged along; but at the end of the day the diversion only increased his fatigue. So he begged her to ask a lady she knew to accompany her to the theatre, if only to send her back. She didn't think it was a good idea, so she refused to go along with it until she finally gave in to please him; he was so grateful to her that he couldn't express his gratitude.However, this love of the theater hobby, quickly aroused her love of dressing up needs. Yes, her dress was as simple as ever, elegant and plain, and her tender beauty, her charming, modest, smiling beauty, it was as if she had acquired a new charm from her simple appearance, but she had gradually acquired the habit of wearing two large rhinestones in her ears that pretended to be diamonds. She also wore necklaces of false pearls, bracelets of Sikkim, and combs of multicolored glass diamonds instead of precious stones. Her husband was a little displeased with his penchant for fakes, she used to say, "My dear, for a man who can not afford real jewelry, beauty and charm are her ornaments, and besides, they are the rarest jewels in the world." But she smiled gently, every time, he would answer, "What can I do? I love this. This is my weakness. I know you're right, too; but old habits die hard. I'd rather have real jewelry!" She twirled the pearls with her fingers, or let the cut surface of the gem give off a dazzling luster, "You see how well you do it," he kept saying, "It's almost as good as the real thing." He smiled and said, "You have the same taste as a gypsy." Sometimes, in the evening, when they were alone by the fire, she brought to the tea table a Moroccan leather case containing what Mr. Randin called a "Bargain," and began to fervently scrutinize the fake jewels, as if there were an infinite, secret pleasure in it. She also made sure to put a necklace around her husband's neck, so that when she did, she could have a good laugh and say out loud, "Look How Funny You Are!" Then she threw herself into his arms, kiss him like crazy.One winter night she came back from the opera, shivering with cold, coughing the next day, and died of pneumonia a week later. Randin almost died with her. He was so disappointed that his hair turned white in less than a month. He cried from morning till night, his mind torn by unbearable pain; memories, smiles, voices, and the charms of the dead were constantly on his mind. Time did not assuage his grief. Often at work, colleagues are chatting about the day's news, suddenly see his cheeks bulging, nose wrinkled, eyes with two bags of tears; he made a bitter look, and then sobbed. He left his dead wife's bedroom as it was. Every day he shut himself in and thought of her; all the furniture, even her clothes, were in their place as she had been on the day of her death. But life became more and more difficult for him. His salary is in his wife's hand, enough to cover all the expenses of the family, and now he is left alone, but not enough. He wondered where she had come up with the ability to make him drink good wine and eat Jing Mei's food every day. Now, with his meager income, he could no longer get it. He borrowed a few debts and O to find money like a desperate man. At last there came a point in the morning, a whole week before the end of the month, when there was not a penny left in his hand. So he made up his mind to sell things. He thought at once of his wife's"Bargains," for he held a grudge against the"Impostors" who had made him angry. Even seeing them every day damages the memory of his beloved.He searched and searched among the fakes that she had left behind for a long time, for she had bought and bought them until the last days of her life, and had brought back almost every night something new. He decided to sell the large necklace which she seemed to particularly like, for though it was a fake, it was so well made that it might have been worth seven or eight francs. He put it in his pocket and walked down the street to the ministry, looking for a reliable jewelry store. At last he saw one and went in. He felt a little embarrassed at the thought of looking poor and selling such a worthless thing. "Sir," he said to the merchant, "I would like you to assess this." The Man took it, looked at it over and over again, weighed it, picked up a magnifying glass, and called his mate over, whispering a few words, and then put the necklace on the counter, see how far the effect. Mr. Randin was not comfortable with such a fuss, he opened his mouth and was about to say, "Oh! I know it's not worth much," said the jeweler, "It's worth fifteen thousand francs, sir, but I can't buy it until you tell me where it comes from." The widower's eyes were wide open, i stood there, confused. At last, he stammered, "What did you say? ... You Didn't make a mistake, did you?" The other party misunderstood the reason for his surprise, " said coldly: "You can go elsewhere to ask, see if others are willing to pay a higher price. In my opinion, it's only worth fifteen thousand. If you can't find a better place, come back to me." Mr. Randin had become a complete fool; He needed someone to think about it, so he picked up the necklace and went out. But when he got to the street, he wanted to laugh instead."What a fool! What a fool!" He thought. "What if I had sold it to him? There is such a dishonest jeweler!" He walked into another jewelry store on the corner of Peace Street. When the boss saw the jewellery, he cried out, "Oh, I know this necklace, it was sold from us," and Mr. Randin was alarmed, "How much is it worth?""I sold it for twenty-five thousand francs, sir. I am prepared to pay eighteen thousand francs for it, but by law you must first tell me how you obtained it, mr. Randin's legs went weak with surprise and he sat down. He said, "But... ... But Look Again, sir, I always thought it was ...... Not Really." The jeweler asked again, "Would you like to tell me your last name, Sir?""Of course. My name is Randin, and I'm an Internal Affairs Officer, and I Live at 16 Martyrs Street." The merchant opened the ledger, "It was indeed delivered to Mrs. Randin's address, 16 rue des Martyrs, on the 20th of July, 1876.", the clerk was so surprised that he almost went crazy. The jeweler suspected that he was a thief. "Would you like to leave this with me for twenty-four or four hours? I can give you a receipt," stammered Mr. Randin, folding the note, put It in your pocket and went out. He crossed the street and went on, finding himself on the wrong path, turning round and back again, to the Palais du Illeux, across the Seine, and seeing that he was on the wrong path again, he returned to the avenue des Champs-Élysées, my mind was in such a muddle that I had no idea. He wanted to think it over and find out what was going on.His wife did not have the strength to buy such an expensive thing -- of course not. Well, it was a gift! A Gift! From who? Why? He stopped and stood motionless in the middle of the street. Terrible doubts crossed his mind. Is it her? So the rest of the jewelry is a gift, too! He felt the ground shake and a tree fall before him; he stretched out his arms and fell to the ground, unconscious. When he woke up, he found himself in a pharmacy. It was a passer-by who carried him here. He asked for a ride home and then shut himself in. He cried sadly until it was dark and bit down on a handkerchief to keep from crying out loud. At last, tired and sad, unable to bear it, he fell into a heavy sleep in his bed. A Ray of sunlight awakened him, and he got up slowly, ready to go to the ministry. It is difficult to work again after such a blow. He thought about it and felt he could ask the section chief for forgiveness, so he wrote a letter. Then it occurred to him that he should go to the jewelry store again, and his face flushed with embarrassment. He thought about it, and in any case could not leave the necklace in the shop; so he dressed and went out. The weather was clear and the blue sky covered the smiling city. A few idlers wandered the street with their hands in their pockets. Mr. Randin watched them go by, and said to himself, "How happy are those who have property! When a man has money, he can get rid of even his sorrows, he can go where he likes, he can travel, he can Cakes and Ale! Aah! If only I had money!" He found himself hungry, because he hadn't eaten since the night before yesterday.But his pockets were empty, and he thought of the necklace again. Eighteen thousand francs! Eighteen thousand francs! That's a lot of money! He walked to rue de la Paix and began pacing the sidewalk across from the jewelry store. Eighteen thousand francs! Twenty times in a row he almost went in, but each time his shame stopped him. However, he was hungry, very hungry, and did not have a penny. With a sudden determination, he rushed across the street and into the jewelry store in order not to give himself time to think. When the merchant saw him, he came up to him with a smile and a chair. The boys came, too, with smiles in their eyes and mouths, and kept glancing at Randin. "I have inquired, sir," said the jeweler, "And if you have not changed your mind, I will pay you at my price at once.""Of course not," stammered the clerk. The jeweler took out eighteen large bills from the drawer, i ordered it and handed it to Randin. Randin signed a small receipt and, with a trembling hand, put the money in his pocket. I was about to go out when I turned around and dropped my eyes, he said to the smiling merchant, "I. . . I have other jewels... inherited from... the same person. Are you willing to buy them?" The merchant bowed, "Of course, sir," said one man, who ran out to have a good laugh. The other blew his nose hard "I'll get it for you," said Langdon, his face flushed, in a matter-of-fact seriousness. He called for a carriage and went back for his jewellery. An hour later, he returned to the jewelry store. By then he hadn't had breakfast.They began to study and evaluate piece by piece. Almost all are sold in this shop. Randin, too, was now fighting for his money, and in a fit of pique he demanded that the ledger be shown to him, and his voice rose as the amount increased. 20,000 francs for a large diamond earring, thirty-five thousand francs for a bracelet, sixteen thousand francs for a brooch, ring and pendant, fourteen thousand francs for a piece of emerald and sapphire jewellery, and 30 francs for a pair of bracelets A gold chain used as a necklace and a single diamond hung for 40,000 francs; one hundred and ninety-six thousand francs in total. "The owner put all his savings in jewelry," the businessman said jokingly. "It's a way to save money, not a special way," Langdon said, matter-of-factly. He also made an appointment with the buyer the next day to have it reviewed by an expert, then came out. In the street, he saw Vendôme's column and wanted to climb it like a jackpot. He felt as light as a swallow, and as soon as he jumped, he could play leapfrog with the Emperor's towering statue on top of the pillar. He went to the Wassan for lunch and drank a bottle of wine for twenty francs. After dinner, he called a carriage and went for a ride in Boulogne-sur-Mer woods. He looked with some contempt at the passing cars and horses, and wanted to shout to the passers-by, "I have money, too, and I have two hundred thousand francs!" He thought of the Ministry of the interior and called for a carriage to take him. He strutted into the chief's office and said, "Sir, I have come to offer you my resignation. I have received a inheritance of three hundred thousand francs."He shook hands with his old colleagues, told them about his future, and went to the Café Anglais for dinner. He happened to be sitting next to a gentleman who looked very respectable, and, with an itch to show off, told the gentleman that he had just come into an inheritance of four hundred thousand francs. For the first time in his life, he was not bored with the theatre and spent the night with some prostitutes. Six months later, he got married again. His second wife, though well-behaved, had a bad temper and caused him a lot of pain.