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The Phantom of the Opera

Chapter 11. Above the Trap-Doors
The next day, he saw her at the Opera. She was still wearing the plain gold ring. She was
gentle and kind to him. She talked to him of the plans which he was forming, of his
future, of his career.
He told her that the date of the Polar expedition had been put forward and that he would
leave France in three weeks, or a month at latest. She suggested, almost gaily, that he
must look upon the voyage with delight, as a stage toward his coming fame. And when he
replied that fame without love was no attraction in his eyes, she treated him as a child
whose sorrows were only short-lived.
"How can you speak so lightly of such serious things?" he asked. "Perhaps we shall never
see each other again! I may die during that expedition."
"Or I," she said simply.
She no longer smiled or jested. She seemed to be thinking of some new thing that had
entered her mind for the first time. Her eyes were all aglow with it.
"What are you thinking of, Christine?"
"I am thinking that we shall not see each other again..."
"And does that make you so radiant?"
"And that, in a month, we shall have to say good-by for ever!"
"Unless, Christine, we pledge our faith and wait for each other for ever."
She put her hand on his mouth.
"Hush, Raoul!...You know there is no question of that... And we shall never be married:
that is understood!"
She seemed suddenly almost unable to contain an overpowering gaiety. She clapped her
hands with childish glee. Raoul stared at her in amazement.
"But...but," she continued, holding out her two hands to Raoul, or rather giving them to
him, as though she had suddenly resolved to make him a present of them, "but if we can
not be married, we can ... we can be engaged! Nobody will know but ourselves, Raoul.
There have been plenty of secret marriages: why not a secret engagement?...We are
 
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