Призрак Оперы
V The Enchanted Violin
Inatremblingvoice,shesaid:
"Me?Youaredreaming,myfriend!"
Andsheburstoutlaughing,toputherselfincountenance.
"Don’tlaugh,Christine;Iamquiteserious,"Raoulanswered.
Andsherepliedgravely:"Ididnotmakeyoucometotellmesuchthingsasthat."
"You’mademecome,’Christine;youknewthatyourletterwouldnotleavemeindignantandthatIshouldhastentoPerros.Howcanyouhavethoughtthat,ifyoudidnotthinkIlovedyou?"
"Ithoughtyouwouldrememberourgameshere,aschildren,inwhichmyfathersooftenjoined.Ireallydon’tknowwhatIthought...PerhapsIwaswrongtowritetoyou...ThisanniversaryandyoursuddenappearanceinmyroomattheOpera,theotherevening,remindedmeofthetimelongpastandmademewritetoyouasthelittlegirlthatIthenwas..."
TherewassomethinginChristine’sattitudethatseemedtoRaoulnotnatural.Hedidnotfeelanyhostilityinher;farfromit:thedistressedaffectionshininginhereyestoldhimthat.Butwhywasthisaffectiondistressed?Thatwaswhathewishedtoknowandwhatwasirritatinghim.
"Whenyousawmeinyourdressing-room,wasthatthefirsttimeyounoticedme,Christine?"
Shewasincapableoflying.
"No,"shesaid,"Ihadseenyouseveraltimesinyourbrother’sbox.Andalsoonthestage."
"Ithoughtso!"saidRaoul,compressinghislips.
