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Chapter 10. Forget the Name of the Man's Voice
The day after Christine had vanished before his eyes in a sort of dazzlement that still
made him doubt the evidence of his senses, M. le Vicomte de Chagny called to inquire at
Mamma Valerius'. He came upon a charming picture. Christine herself was seated by the
bedside of the old lady, who was sitting up against the pillows, knitting. The pink and
white had returned to the young girl's cheeks. The dark rings round her eyes had
disappeared. Raoul no longer recognized the tragic face of the day before. If the veil of
melancholy over those adorable features had not still appeared to the young man as the
last trace of the weird drama in whose toils that mysterious child was struggling, he could
have believed that Christine was not its heroine at all.
She rose, without showing any emotion, and offered him her hand. But Raoul's
stupefaction was so great that he stood there dumfounded, without a gesture, without a
"Well, M. de Chagny," exclaimed Mamma Valerius, "don't you know our Christine? Her
good genius has sent her back to us!"
"Mamma!" the girl broke in promptly, while a deep blush mantled to her eyes. "I thought,
mamma, that there was to be no more question of that!...You know there is no such thing
as the Angel of Music!"
"But, child, he gave you lessons for three months!"
"Mamma, I have promised to explain everything to you one of these days; and I hope to
do so but you have promised me, until that day, to be silent and to ask me no more
"Provided that you promised never to leave me again! But have you promised that,
"Mamma, all this can not interest M. de Chagny."
"On the contrary, mademoiselle," said the young man, in a voice which he tried to make
firm and brave, but which still trembled, "anything that concerns you interests me to an
extent which perhaps you will one day understand. I do not deny that my surprise equals
my pleasure at finding you with your adopted mother and that, after what happened
between us yesterday, after what you said and what I was able to guess, I hardly expected
to see you here so soon. I should be the first to delight at your return, if you were not so
bent on preserving a secrecy that may be fatal to you...and I have been your friend too
long not to be alarmed, with Mme. Valerius, at a disastrous adventure which will remain