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IX At The Masked Ball
"No,no,youhavedrivenmemad!WhenIthinkthatIhadonlyoneobjectinlife:togivemynametoanoperawench!"
"Raoul!...Howcanyou?"
"Ishalldieofshame!"
"No,dear,live!"saidChristine’sgraveandchangedvoice."And...good-by.Good-by,Raoul..."
Theboysteppedforward,staggeringashewent.Heriskedonemoresarcasm:
"Oh,youmustletmecomeandapplaudyoufromtimetotime!"
"Ishallneversingagain,Raoul!..."
"Really?"hereplied,stillmoresatirically."Soheistakingyouoffthestage:Icongratulateyou!...ButweshallmeetintheBois,oneoftheseevenings!"
"NotintheBoisnoranywhere,Raoul:youshallnotseemeagain..."
"Mayoneaskatleasttowhatdarknessyouarereturning?...Forwhathellareyouleaving,mysteriouslady...orforwhatparadise?"
"Icametotellyou,dear,butIcan’ttellyounow...youwouldnotbelieveme!Youhavelostfaithinme,Raoul;itisfinished!"
Shespokeinsuchadespairingvoicethattheladbegantofeelremorseforhiscruelty.
"Butlookhere!"hecried."Can’tyoutellmewhatallthismeans!...Youarefree,thereisnoonetointerferewithyou...YougoaboutParis...Youputonadominotocometotheball...Whydoyounotgohome?...Whathaveyoubeendoingthispastfortnight?...WhatisthistaleabouttheAngelofMusic,whichyouhavebeentellingMammaValerius?Someonemayhavetakenyouin,playeduponyourinnocence.Iwasawitnessofitmyself,atPerros...butyouknowwhattobelievenow!Youseemtomequitesensible,Christine.Youknowwhatyouaredoing...
