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XII Apollo's Lyre
Whateverhappened,yourpositioninsocietyforbademetocontemplatethepossibilityofevermarryingyou;andIsworetothevoicethatyouwerenomorethanabrothertomenoreverwouldbeandthatmyheartwasincapableofanyearthlylove.Andthat,dear,waswhyIrefusedtorecognizeorseeyouwhenImetyouonthestageorinthepassages.Meanwhile,thehoursduringwhichthevoicetaughtmewerespentinadivinefrenzy,until,atlast,thevoicesaidtome,’Youcannow,ChristineDaae,givetomenalittleofthemusicofHeaven.’Idon’tknowhowitwasthatCarlottadidnotcometothetheaterthatnightnorwhyIwascalledupontosinginherstead;butIsangwitharaptureIhadneverknownbeforeandIfeltforamomentasifmysoulwereleavingmybody!"
"Oh,Christine,"saidRaoul,"myheartquiveredthatnightateveryaccentofyourvoice.IsawthetearsstreamdownyourcheeksandIweptwithyou.Howcouldyousing,singlikethatwhilecrying?"
"Ifeltmyselffainting,"saidChristine,"Iclosedmyeyes.WhenIopenedthem,youwerebymyside.Butthevoicewastherealso,Raoul!IwasafraidforyoursakeandagainIwouldnotrecognizeyouandbegantolaughwhenyouremindedmethatyouhadpickedupmyscarfinthesea!...Alas,thereisnodeceivingthevoice!...Thevoicerecognizedyouandthevoicewasjealous!...Itsaidthat,ifIdidnotloveyou,Iwouldnotavoidyou,buttreatyoulikeanyotheroldfriend.Itmademesceneuponscene.Atlast,Isaidtothevoice,’Thatwilldo!IamgoingtoPerrosto-morrow,toprayonmyfather’sgrave,andIshallaskM.
