meanwhile, the father died; and, suddenly, she seemed to have lost, with him, her voice, her soul and her genius.she retained just, but only just, enough of this to enter the conservatoire, where she did not distinguish herself at all, attending the classes without enthusiasm and taking a prize only to please old mamma valerius, with whom she continued to live.
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, but was rather surprised at the negative side of her art.
he returned to listen to her.he followed her in the wings.he waited for her behind a jacob's 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.she seemed, for that matter, to see nobody.
she was all indifference.raoul suffered, for she was very beautiful and he was shy and dared not confess his love, even to himself.
and then came the lightning-flash of the gala performance:
the heavens torn asunder and an angel's voice heard upon earth for the delight of mankind and the utter capture of his heart.
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 laugh when he reminded her of the incident of the scarf?
why did she not recognize him? and why had she written to him?...
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 ing no astonishment.
"so you have come," she said."i felt that i should find you here, when i came back from mass.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 ican not live without you?"
christine blushed to the eyes and turned away her head.