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VIII The Mysterious Brougham
"Howlonghassheknownthis’genius?’"
"Aboutthreemonths...Yes,it’squitethreemonthssincehebegantogiveherlessons."
Theviscountthrewuphisarmswithagestureofdespair.
"Thegeniusgivesherlessons!...Andwhere,pray?"
"Nowthatshehasgoneawaywithhim,Ican’tsay;but,uptoafortnightago,itwasinChristine’sdressing-room.Itwouldbeimpossibleinthislittleflat.Thewholehousewouldhearthem.Whereas,attheOpera,ateighto’clockinthemorning,thereisnooneabout,doyousee!"
"Yes,Isee!Isee!"criedtheviscount.
AndhehurriedlytookleaveofMme.Valerius,whoaskedherselfiftheyoungnoblemanwasnotalittleoffhishead.
Hewalkedhometohisbrother’shouseinapitifulstate.Hecouldhavestruckhimself,bangedhisheadagainstthewalls!Tothinkthathehadbelievedinherinnocence,inherpurity!TheAngelofMusic!Heknewhimnow!Hesawhim!Itwasbeyondadoubtsomeunspeakabletenor,agood-lookingjackanapes,whomouthedandsimperedashesang!Hethoughthimselfasabsurdandaswretchedascouldbe.Oh,whatamiserable,little,insignificant,sillyyoungmanwasM.leVicomtedeChagny!thoughtRaoul,furiously.Andshe,whataboldanddamnableslycreature!
HisbrotherwaswaitingforhimandRaoulfellintohisarms,likeachild.Thecountconsoledhim,withoutaskingforexplanations;andRaoulwouldcertainlyhavelonghesitatedbeforetellinghimthestoryoftheAngelofMusic.Hisbrothersuggestedtakinghimouttodinner.
