when, my cab set me down before the opera, i was really almost astonished to see it still standing! but i am something of a fatalist, like all good orientals, and i entered ready, for anything.
christine daae's abduction in the prison act, which naturally surprised everybody, found me prepared.i was quite certain that she had been juggled away by erik, that prince of conjurers.
and i thought positively that this was the end of christine and perhaps of everybody, so much so that i thought of advising all these people who were staying on at the theater to make good their escape.
i felt, however, that they would be sure to look upon me as mad and i refrained.
on the other hand, i resolved to act without further delay, as far as i was concerned.the chances were in my favor that erik, at that moment, was thinking only of his captive.this was the moment to enter his house through the third cellar; and i resolved to take with me that poor little desperate viscount, who, at the first suggestion, accepted, with an amount of confidence in myself that touched me profoundly.i had sent my servant for my pistols.