The Phantom of the Opera
Chapter 15. Christine! Christine!
Raoul's first thought, after Christine Daae's fantastic disappearance, was to accuse Erik.
He no longer doubted the almost supernatural powers of the Angel of Music, in this
domain of the Opera in which he had set up his empire. And Raoul rushed on the stage, in
a mad fit of love and despair.
"Christine! Christine!" he moaned, calling to her as he felt that she must be calling to him
from the depths of that dark pit to which the monster had carried her. "Christine!
And he seemed to hear the girl's screams through the frail boards that separated him from
her. He bent forward, he listened, ...he wandered over the stage like a madman. Ah, to
descend, to descend into that pit of darkness every entrance to which was closed to
him,...for the stairs that led below the stage were forbidden to one and all that night!
People pushed him aside, laughing. They made fun of him. They thought the poor lover's
brain was gone!
By what mad road, through what passages of mystery and darkness known to him alone
had Erik dragged that pure-souled child to the awful haunt, with the Louis-Philippe room,
opening out on the lake?
"Christine! Christine!...Why don't you answer?...Are you alive?..."
Hideous thoughts flashed through Raoul's congested brain. Of course, Erik must have
discovered their secret, must have known that Christine had played him false. What a
vengeance would be his!
And Raoul thought again of the yellow stars that had come, the night before, and roamed
over his balcony. Why had he not put them out for good? There were some men's eyes
that dilated in the darkness and shone like stars or like cats' eyes. Certainly Albinos, who
seemed to have rabbits' eyes by day, had cats' eyes at night: everybody knew that!...Yes,
yes, he had undoubtedly fired at Erik. Why had he not killed him? The monster had fled
up the gutter-spout like a cat or a convict who--everybody knew that also--would scale
the very skies, with the help of a gutter-spout....No doubt Erik was at that time
contemplating some decisive step against Raoul, but he had been wounded and had
escaped to turn against poor Christine instead.
Such were the cruel thoughts that haunted Raoul as he ran to the singer's dressing-room.