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X Forget The Name Of The Man's Voice
ThenameofyourAngelofMusic,mademoiselle,isErik!"
Christineatoncebetrayedherself.Sheturnedaswhiteasasheetandstammered:"Whotoldyou?"
"Youyourself!"
"Howdoyoumean?"
"Bypityinghimtheothernight,thenightofthemaskedball.Whenyouwenttoyourdressing-room,didyounotsay,’PoorErik?’Well,Christine,therewasapoorRaoulwhooverheardyou."
"Thisisthesecondtimethatyouhavelistenedbehindthedoor,M.deChagny!"
"Iwasnotbehindthedoor...Iwasinthedressing-room,intheinnerroom,mademoiselle."
"Oh,unhappyman!"moanedthegirl,showingeverysignofunspeakableterror."Unhappyman!Doyouwanttobekilled?"
"Perhaps."
Raoulutteredthis"perhaps"withsomuchloveanddespairinhisvoicethatChristinecouldnotkeepbackasob.Shetookhishandsandlookedathimwithallthepureaffectionofwhichshewascapable:
"Raoul,"shesaid,"forgetTHEMAN’SVOICEanddonotevenrememberitsname...YoumustnevertrytofathomthemysteryofTHEMAN’SVOICE."
"Isthemysterysoveryterrible?"
"Thereisnomoreawfulmysteryonthisearth.Sweartomethatyouwillmakenoattempttofindout,"sheinsisted."Sweartomethatyouwillnevercometomydressing-room,unlessIsendforyou."
"Thenyoupromisetosendformesometimes,Christine?"
"Ipromise."
"When?"
"To-morrow."
"ThenIsweartodoasyouask."
Hekissedherhandsandwentaway,cursingErikandresolvingtobepatient.
