Призрак Оперы
XII Apollo's Lyre
RaouldeChagnytogowithme.’’Doasyouplease,’repliedthevoice,’butIshallbeatPerrostoo,forIamwhereveryouare,Christine;and,ifyouarestillworthyofme,ifyouhavenotliedtome,IwillplayyouTheResurrectionofLazarus,onthestrokeofmidnight,onyourfather’stombandonyourfather’sviolin.’That,dear,washowIcametowriteyoutheletterthatbroughtyoutoPerros.HowcouldIhavebeensobeguiled?Howwasit,whenIsawthepersonal,theselfishpointofviewofthevoice,thatIdidnotsuspectsomeimpostor?Alas,Iwasnolongermistressofmyself:Ihadbecomehisthing!"
"But,afterall,"criedRaoul,"yousooncametoknowthetruth!Whydidyounotatonceridyourselfofthatabominablenightmare?"
"Knowthetruth,Raoul?Ridmyselfofthatnightmare?But,mypoorboy,IwasnotcaughtinthenightmareuntilthedaywhenIlearnedthetruth!...Pityme,Raoul,pityme!...YouremembertheterribleeveningwhenCarlottathoughtthatshehadbeenturnedintoatoadonthestageandwhenthehousewassuddenlyplungedindarknessthroughthechandeliercrashingtothefloor?Therewerekilledandwoundedthatnightandthewholetheaterrangwithterrifiedscreams.Myfirstthoughtwasforyouandthevoice.Iwasatonceeasy,whereyouwereconcerned,forIhadseenyouinyourbrother’sboxandIknewthatyouwerenotindanger.ButthevoicehadtoldmethatitwouldbeattheperformanceandIwasreallyafraidforit,justasifithadbeenanordinarypersonwhowascapableofdying.
