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VIII The Mysterious Brougham
TheAngelofMusicforbidshertomarry!"
"Oh,heforbidsher...withoutforbiddingher.It’slikethis:hetellsherthat,ifshegotmarried,shewouldneverhearhimagain.That’sall!...Andthathewouldgoawayforever!...So,youunderstand,shecan’tlettheAngelofMusicgo.It’squitenatural."
"Yes,yes,"echoedRaoulsubmissively,"it’squitenatural."
"Besides,IthoughtChristinehadtoldyouallthat,whenshemetyouatPerros,whereshewentwithhergoodgenius."
"Oh,shewenttoPerroswithhergoodgenius,didshe?"
"Thatistosay,hearrangedtomeetherdownthere,inPerroschurchyard,atDaae’sgrave.HepromisedtoplayherTheResurrectionofLazarusonherfather’sviolin!"
RaouldeChagnyroseand,withaveryauthoritativeair,pronouncedtheseperemptorywords:
"Madame,youwillhavethegoodnesstotellmewherethatgeniuslives."
Theoldladydidnotseemsurprisedatthisindiscreetcommand.Sheraisedhereyesandsaid:
"InHeaven!"
Suchsimplicitybaffledhim.HedidnotknowwhattosayinthepresenceofthiscandidandperfectfaithinageniuswhocamedownnightlyfromHeaventohauntthedressing-roomsattheOpera.
Henowrealizedthepossiblestateofmindofagirlbroughtupbetweenasuperstitiousfiddlerandavisionaryoldladyandheshudderedwhenhethoughtoftheconsequencesofitall.
"IsChristinestillagoodgirl?"heaskedsuddenly,inspiteofhimself.
"Iswearit,asIhopetobesaved!"exclaimedtheoldwoman,who,thistime,seemedtobeincensed."And,ifyoudoubtit,sir,Idon’tknowwhatyouareherefor!"
Raoultoreathisgloves.