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XX In The Cellars Of The Opera
Ifearthatmorethanoneofthosemen—oldscene-shifters,olddoor-shutters—whohaveneverbeenseenagainweresimplytemptedtocrossthelake...Itisterrible...Imyselfwouldhavebeennearlykilledthere...ifthemonsterhadnotrecognizedmeintime!...Onepieceofadvice,sir;nevergonearthelake...And,aboveall,shutyourearsifyouhearthevoicesingingunderthewater,thesiren’svoice!"
"Butthen,whatareweherefor?"askedRaoul,inatransportoffever,impatienceandrage."IfyoucandonothingforChristine,atleastletmedieforher!"ThePersiantriedtocalmtheyoungman.
"WehaveonlyonemeansofsavingChristineDaae,believeme,whichistoenterthehouseunperceivedbythemonster."
"Andisthereanyhopeofthat,sir?"
"Ah,ifIhadnotthathope,Iwouldnothavecometofetchyou!"
"Andhowcanoneenterthehouseonthelakewithoutcrossingthelake?"
"Fromthethirdcellar,fromwhichweweresounluckilydrivenaway.Wewillgobacktherenow...Iwilltellyou,"saidthePersian,withasuddenchangeinhisvoice,"Iwilltellyoutheexactplace,sir:itisbetweenasetpieceandadiscardedscenefromROIDELAHORE,exactlyatthespotwhereJosephBuquetdied...Come,sir,takecourageandfollowme!Andholdyourhandatthelevelofyoureyes!...Butwherearewe?"
ThePersianlithislampagainandflungitsraysdowntwoenormouscorridorsthatcrossedeachotheratrightangles.
"Wemustbe,"hesaid,"inthepartusedmoreparticularlyforthewaterworks.Iseenofirecomingfromthefurnaces.
