Mr. Know All

Dear diary,

A few days ago my husband, Mr. Ramsay, fetched me from New York, where I was staying there for a year alone. I am now on an ocean liner with him, travelling from San Francisco to Yokohama, Japan.

Dear diary,

I am writing now from my state room on the ship. I pretended to have a headache but actually I am very embarrassed and uncormftable from the situation that had happened before. I was very stressed that moment. I stil remember what had happend throughout the bet between Mr. kelada to my husband. The bet was about the pearls on my necklace, whether they were real or not.

My husband and I were sitting for dinner in a table with Mr. Kelada, a Doctor, and some other men. It all started because of the statement the Doctor shared with us on the subject of pearls that was written in the papers. Of course that Mr. Kelada, “Mr. Know anything about everything” started an argument on it, and tried to show that he was right, especially because it was his experties. It eventually turned out to be a heated argument, because it was obvious that my husband, who was racist towards the Laventine’s cocksureness, took the chance to show him that he was wrong and that he himself was right.

It all occured at the stresstful moment when Mr. Kelada noticed the pearls on my necklace. He said that the pearls were real and worth a lot of money. I felt uncomfortable, and I slipped the necklace inside my dress. I was very relieved when I remembered that I explained to my husband before, that I bought it at a department store right before we left New York, for eighteen dollars.

My husband asked him how much did he think it cost, and he answered that it was at least fifteen thouthand dollars. My husband said in response that it only cost eighteen dollars, and I saw that Mr. Kelada flushed. But then Mr. Kelada insisted that he was right, and my husband, Mr. Ramsay, invited him to bet on 100 dollars, that the pearls were real. This I didn’t expect. What was I thinking to myself? that if I wear this expensive necklace that I was given by my lover, nobody will notice? I thought that it was the end of my marriage.

I tried twice to convince him to let go off the bet, but he didn’t listen. He kept thinking of the chance he had to earn some easy money. Then Mr. Kelada interfeered and said that he could afford loosing a hundred dollars. My husband told me to take the necklace off in order to give it to Mr. Kelada to check it. At first, I hesitated. I tried to avoid the situation and said I can’t undo it, but my husband undid it and gave it to Mr. Kelada. He took a magnifying glass and immediately examined it.

Then happened the most terrifing thing I had tried to avoid. I saw Mr. Kelada’s face smiling in triumph, which meant he knew the pearls were real. He was about to say it, before he saw my desperate face, that looked pale, like I was about to faint. I was afraid that my secret would eventually be revealed and will ruin my marriage. At that moment, I thought that this was the end of my marriage.

I knew it was my last chance to avoid it, by I also knew that Mr. Kelada would probably choose his popularity and reputation over his integrity. But eventually he said he was wrong and that the pearls were fake, and he gave my husband 100 dollars. I was very surprised and releaved to see that Mr. Kelada gave up his reputation over his integrity.

Of course I was very sorry for him. I saw that it was an effort for him to say that he was wrong, becauese he knew that now everybody would laugh at him. I even saw that his hands were trembling. On the other hand, I was very relieved. I was very thankful to Mr. Kelada for not revealing my secret about my affair. On the other hand, my husband was very happy to teach him a lesson that he was’t always right.

Dear diary,

After that bet, the story spread over the ship and all the passengers laughed at him. I felt guilty and was very sorry for him that he had to go through that situation. Therefore, today I decieded to slipp under his cabin door an envelope with a-hundres-dollar bill, in order to thank him for helping me during the bet, and also admit to him that he was right, in order to give him his reputation back.