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"
I
had
heard
him
for
three
months
without
seeing
him
.
The
first
time
I
heard
it
,
I
thought
,
as
you
did
,
that
that
adorable
voice
was
singing
in
another
room
.
I
went
out
and
looked
everywhere
;
but
,
as
you
know
,
Raoul
,
my
dressing
-
room
is
very
much
by
itself
;
and
I
could
not
find
the
voice
outside
my
room
,
whereas
it
went
on
steadily
inside
.
And
it
not
only
sang
,
but
it
spoke
to
me
and
answered
my
questions
,
like
a
real
man
’
s
voice
,
with
this
difference
,
that
it
was
as
beautiful
as
the
voice
of
an
angel
.
I
had
never
got
the
Angel
of
Music
whom
my
poor
father
had
promised
to
send
me
as
soon
as
he
was
dead
.
I
really
think
that
Mamma
Valerius
was
a
little
bit
to
blame
.
I
told
her
about
it
;
and
she
at
once
said
,
’
It
must
be
the
Angel
;
at
any
rate
,
you
can
do
no
harm
by
asking
him
.
’
I
did
so
;
and
the
man
’
s
voice
replied
that
,
yes
,
it
was
the
Angel
’
s
voice
,
the
voice
which
I
was
expecting
and
which
my
father
had
promised
me
.
From
that
time
onward
,
the
voice
and
I
became
great
friends
.
It
asked
leave
to
give
me
lessons
every
day
.
I
agreed
and
never
failed
to
keep
the
appointment
which
it
gave
me
in
my
dressing
-
room
.
You
have
no
idea
,
though
you
have
heard
the
voice
,
of
what
those
lessons
were
like
.
"
"
No
,
I
have
no
idea
,
"
said
Raoul
.
"
What
was
your
accompaniment
?
"
"
We
were
accompanied
by
a
music
which
I
do
not
know
:
it
was
behind
the
wall
and
wonderfully
accurate
.
The
voice
seemed
to
understand
mine
exactly
,
to
know
precisely
where
my
father
had
left
off
teaching
me
.
In
a
few
weeks
’
time
,
I
hardly
knew
myself
when
I
sang
.
I
was
even
frightened
.
I
seemed
to
dread
a
sort
of
witchcraft
behind
it
;
but
Mamma
Valerius
reassured
me
.
She
said
that
she
knew
I
was
much
too
simple
a
girl
to
give
the
devil
a
hold
on
me
.
.
.
My
progress
,
by
the
voice
’
s
own
order
,
was
kept
a
secret
between
the
voice
,
Mamma
Valerius
and
myself
.
It
was
a
curious
thing
,
but
,
outside
the
dressing
-
room
,
I
sang
with
my
ordinary
,
every
-
day
voice
and
nobody
noticed
anything
.
I
did
all
that
the
voice
asked
.
It
said
,
’
Wait
and
see
:
we
shall
astonish
Paris
!
’
And
I
waited
and
lived
on
in
a
sort
of
ecstatic
dream
.
It
was
then
that
I
saw
you
for
the
first
time
one
evening
,
in
the
house
.
I
was
so
glad
that
I
never
thought
of
concealing
my
delight
when
I
reached
my
dressing
-
room
.
Unfortunately
,
the
voice
was
there
before
me
and
soon
noticed
,
by
my
air
,
that
something
had
happened
.
It
asked
what
was
the
matter
and
I
saw
no
reason
for
keeping
our
story
secret
or
concealing
the
place
which
you
filled
in
my
heart
.
Then
the
voice
was
silent
.
I
called
to
it
,
but
it
did
not
reply
;
I
begged
and
entreated
,
but
in
vain
.
I
was
terrified
lest
it
had
gone
for
good
.
I
wish
to
Heaven
it
had
,
dear
!
.
.
.
That
night
,
I
went
home
in
a
desperate
condition
.
I
told
Mamma
Valerius
,
who
said
,
’
Why
,
of
course
,
the
voice
is
jealous
!
’
And
that
,
dear
,
first
revealed
to
me
that
I
loved
you
.
"
Christine
stopped
and
laid
her
head
on
Raoul
’
s
shoulder
.
They
sat
like
that
for
a
moment
,
in
silence
,
and
they
did
not
see
,
did
not
perceive
the
movement
,
at
a
few
steps
from
them
,
of
the
creeping
shadow
of
two
great
black
wings
,
a
shadow
that
came
along
the
roof
so
near
,
so
near
them
that
it
could
have
stifled
them
by
closing
over
them
.
"
The
next
day
,
"
Christine
continued
,
with
a
sigh
,
"
I
went
back
to
my
dressing
-
room
in
a
very
pensive
frame
of
mind
.
The
voice
was
there
,
spoke
to
me
with
great
sadness
and
told
me
plainly
that
,
if
I
must
bestow
my
heart
on
earth
,
there
was
nothing
for
the
voice
to
do
but
to
go
back
to
Heaven
.
And
it
said
this
with
such
an
accent
of
HUMAN
sorrow
that
I
ought
then
and
there
to
have
suspected
and
begun
to
believe
that
I
was
the
victim
of
my
deluded
senses
.
But
my
faith
in
the
voice
,
with
which
the
memory
of
my
father
was
so
closely
intermingled
,
remained
undisturbed
.
I
feared
nothing
so
much
as
that
I
might
never
hear
it
again
;
I
had
thought
about
my
love
for
you
and
realized
all
the
useless
danger
of
it
;
and
I
did
not
even
know
if
you
remembered
me
.
Whatever
happened
,
your
position
in
society
forbade
me
to
contemplate
the
possibility
of
ever
marrying
you
;
and
I
swore
to
the
voice
that
you
were
no
more
than
a
brother
to
me
nor
ever
would
be
and
that
my
heart
was
incapable
of
any
earthly
love
.
And
that
,
dear
,
was
why
I
refused
to
recognize
or
see
you
when
I
met
you
on
the
stage
or
in
the
passages
.
Meanwhile
,
the
hours
during
which
the
voice
taught
me
were
spent
in
a
divine
frenzy
,
until
,
at
last
,
the
voice
said
to
me
,
’
You
can
now
,
Christine
Daae
,
give
to
men
a
little
of
the
music
of
Heaven
.
’
I
don
’
t
know
how
it
was
that
Carlotta
did
not
come
to
the
theater
that
night
nor
why
I
was
called
upon
to
sing
in
her
stead
;
but
I
sang
with
a
rapture
I
had
never
known
before
and
I
felt
for
a
moment
as
if
my
soul
were
leaving
my
body
!
"
"
Oh
,
Christine
,
"
said
Raoul
,
"
my
heart
quivered
that
night
at
every
accent
of
your
voice
.
I
saw
the
tears
stream
down
your
cheeks
and
I
wept
with
you
.
How
could
you
sing
,
sing
like
that
while
crying
?
"
"
I
felt
myself
fainting
,
"
said
Christine
,
"
I
closed
my
eyes
.
When
I
opened
them
,
you
were
by
my
side
.
But
the
voice
was
there
also
,
Raoul
!
I
was
afraid
for
your
sake
and
again
I
would
not
recognize
you
and
began
to
laugh
when
you
reminded
me
that
you
had
picked
up
my
scarf
in
the
sea
!
.
.
.
Alas
,
there
is
no
deceiving
the
voice
!
.
.
.
The
voice
recognized
you
and
the
voice
was
jealous
!
.
.
.
It
said
that
,
if
I
did
not
love
you
,
I
would
not
avoid
you
,
but
treat
you
like
any
other
old
friend
.
It
made
me
scene
upon
scene
.
At
last
,
I
said
to
the
voice
,
’
That
will
do
!
I
am
going
to
Perros
to
-
morrow
,
to
pray
on
my
father
’
s
grave
,
and
I
shall
ask
M
.
