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Three years later, Raoul and Christine met again at Perros. The young man, as he now was, had come to Perros on the chance of finding Daddy Daae and his daughter and went straight to the house in which they used to stay. He first saw the old man; and then Christine entered. She asked him a few questions, and left the room. Then she ran into the garden. Raoul followed her and they talked till the evening, very shyly.

When they took leave of each other by the roadside, Raoul, pressing a kiss on Christine’s trembling hand, said:

“Mademoiselle, I shall never forget you!”

And he went away regretting his words, for he knew that Christine could not be the wife of the Vicomte de Chagny.

As for Christine, she tried not to think of him and devoted herself wholly to her art. She made wonderful progress and those who heard her prophesied that she would be the greatest singer in the world. Meanwhile, the father died; and, suddenly, she seemed to have lost, with him, her voice, her soul and her genius.

The first time that Raoul saw Christine at the Opera, he was charmed by the girl’s beauty and by the sweet images of the past which it evoked. He returned to listen to her. He waited for her behind a ladder. He tried to attract her attention. More than once, he walked after her to the door of her box, but she did not see him. Raoul suffered, for she was very beautiful and he was shy and dared not confess his love, even to himself. And then came the gala performance. And then… and then there was that man’s voice behind the door—“You must love me!” —and no one in the room…

Why did she not recognize him? And why had she written to him? …

The Vicomte de Chagny hurried to the diligence, He was the only passenger. He questioned the driver and learned that, on the evening of the previous day, a young lady who looked like a Parisian had gone to Perros ³⁶and put up at the inn known as the Setting Sun.

Perros was reached at last. Raoul walked into the smoky sitting-room of the Setting Sun and at once saw Christine standing before him, smiling and showing no astonishment.

“So you have come,” she said. “I felt that I should find you here, when I came back. Some one told me so, at the church.”

“Who?” asked Raoul, taking her little hand in his.

“Why, my poor father, who is dead.”

There was a silence; and then Raoul asked:

“Did your father tell you that I love you, Christine, and that I can not live without you?”

Christine blushed to the eyes and turned away her head. In a trembling voice, she said:

“Me? You are dreaming, my friend!”

“Don’t laugh, Christine; I am quite serious,” Raoul answered.

And she replied gravely: “I did not make you come to tell me such things as that. I thought you would remember our games here, as children, in which my father so often joined. I really don’t know what I thought… Perhaps I was wrong to write to you… This anniversary and your sudden appearance in my room at the Opera, the other evening, reminded me of the time long past and made me write to you as the little girl that I then was…”

There was something in Christine’s attitude that seemed to Raoul not natural. This was irritating him.

“When you saw me in your dressing-room, was that the first time you noticed me, Christine?”

She was incapable of lying.

“No,” she said, “I had seen you several times in your brother’s box. And also on the stage.”

“I thought so!” said Raoul, compressing his lips. “But then why did you answer as though you did not know me and also why did you laugh?”

The tone of these questions was so rough that Christine stared at Raoul without replying.

“You don’t answer!” he said angrily and unhappily. “Well, I will answer for you. It was because there was some one in the room, Christine, some one that you did not wish to know that you could be interested in any one else!”

“Whom are you talking about, monsieur?” asked the girl excitedly.

“About the man to whom you said, ‘I sing only for you!’”

Christine seized Raoul’s arm and clutched it with a strength which no one would have suspected in so frail a creature.

“Then you were listening behind the door?”

“Yes, because I love you… And I heard everything…”

“You heard what?”

And the young girl, becoming strangely calm, released Raoul’s arm.

“He said to you, ‘Christine, you must love me!’”

At these words, a deathly pallor spread over Christine’s face. Raoul darted forward, but Christine said, in a low voice:

“Go on! Go on! Tell me all you heard!”

Raoul answered: “I heard, ‘Your soul is a beautiful thing, child, and I thank you. No emperor ever received so fair a gift. The angels wept tonight.’”

Christine carried her hand to her heart. Christine’s eyes moistened and two great tears trickled, like two pearls, down her ivory cheeks.