"you have n me over the upper part of your empire, christine, but there are strange stories told of the lower part.shall we go down?"she caught him in her arms, as though she feared to see him disappear down the black hole, and, in a trembling voice, whispered:
"never!...i will not have you go there!...besides, it's not mine...everything that is underground belongs to him!"raoul looked her in the eyes and said roughly:
"so he lives down there, does he?"
"i never said so....who told you a thing like that? come away!
i sometimes wonder if you are quite sane, raoul....you always take things in such an impossible way....come along! come!"and she literally dragged him away, for he was obstinate and wanted to remain by the trap-door; that hole attracted him.
suddenly, the trap-door was closed and so quickly that they did not even see the hand that worked it; and they remained quite dazed.
"perhaps he was there," raoul said, at last.
she shrugged her shoulders, but did not seem easy.
"no, no, it was the `trap-door-shutters.' they must do something, you know....they open and shut the trap-doors without any particular reason....it's like the `door-shutters:'
they must spend their time somehow."
"but suppose it were he, christine?"
"no, no! he has shut himself up, he is working.""oh, really! he's working, is he?"