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 word.

"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 questions whatever!"

"Provided that you promised never to leave me again! But have you

promised that, Christine?"

"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 dangerous so long as we have not unraveled its threads and of

which you will certainly end by being the victim, Christine."

At these words, Mamma Valerius tossed about in her bed.

"What does this mean?" she cried. "Is Christine in danger?"




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