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There
you
are
!
Picture
the
corps
de
ballet
scuttling
down
the
Jacob
’
s
ladder
and
dividing
the
suicide
’
s
rope
among
themselves
in
less
time
than
it
takes
to
write
!
When
,
on
the
other
hand
,
I
think
of
the
exact
spot
where
the
body
was
discovered
—
the
third
cellar
underneath
the
stage
!
—
imagine
that
SOMEBODY
must
have
been
interested
in
seeing
that
the
rope
disappeared
after
it
had
effected
its
purpose
;
and
time
will
show
if
I
am
wrong
.
The
horrid
news
soon
spread
all
over
the
Opera
,
where
Joseph
Buquet
was
very
popular
.
The
dressing
-
rooms
emptied
and
the
ballet
-
girls
,
crowding
around
Sorelli
like
timid
sheep
around
their
shepherdess
,
made
for
the
foyer
through
the
ill
-
lit
passages
and
staircases
,
trotting
as
fast
as
their
little
pink
legs
could
carry
them
.
On
the
first
landing
,
Sorelli
ran
against
the
Comte
de
Chagny
,
who
was
coming
up
-
stairs
.
The
count
,
who
was
generally
so
calm
,
seemed
greatly
excited
.
"
I
was
just
going
to
you
,
"
he
said
,
taking
off
his
hat
.
"
Oh
,
Sorelli
,
what
an
evening
!
And
Christine
Daae
:
what
a
triumph
!
"
"
Impossible
!
"
said
Meg
Giry
.
"
Six
months
ago
,
she
used
to
sing
like
a
CROCK
!
But
do
let
us
get
by
,
my
dear
count
,
"
continues
the
brat
,
with
a
saucy
curtsey
.
"
We
are
going
to
inquire
after
a
poor
man
who
was
found
hanging
by
the
neck
.
"
Just
then
the
acting
-
manager
came
fussing
past
and
stopped
when
he
heard
this
remark
.
"
What
!
"
he
exclaimed
roughly
.
"
Have
you
girls
heard
already
?
Well
,
please
forget
about
it
for
tonight
—
and
above
all
don
’
t
let
M
.
Debienne
and
M
.
Poligny
hear
;
it
would
upset
them
too
much
on
their
last
day
.
"
They
all
went
on
to
the
foyer
of
the
ballet
,
which
was
already
full
of
people
.
The
Comte
de
Chagny
was
right
;
no
gala
performance
ever
equalled
this
one
.
All
the
great
composers
of
the
day
had
conducted
their
own
works
in
turns
.
Faure
and
Krauss
had
sung
;
and
,
on
that
evening
,
Christine
Daae
had
revealed
her
true
self
,
for
the
first
time
,
to
the
astonished
and
enthusiastic
audience
.
Gounod
had
conducted
the
Funeral
March
of
a
Marionnette
;
Reyer
,
his
beautiful
overture
to
Siguar
;
Saint
Saens
,
the
Danse
Macabre
and
a
Reverie
Orientale
;
Massenet
,
an
unpublished
Hungarian
march
;
Guiraud
,
his
Carnaval
;
Delibes
,
the
Valse
Lente
from
Sylvia
and
the
Pizzicati
from
Coppelia
.
Mlle
.
Krauss
had
sung
the
bolero
in
the
Vespri
Siciliani
;
and
Mlle
.
Denise
Bloch
the
drinking
song
in
Lucrezia
Borgia
.
But
the
real
triumph
was
reserved
for
Christine
Daae
,
who
had
begun
by
singing
a
few
passages
from
Romeo
and
Juliet
.
It
was
the
first
time
that
the
young
artist
sang
in
this
work
of
Gounod
,
which
had
not
been
transferred
to
the
Opera
and
which
was
revived
at
the
Opera
Comique
after
it
had
been
produced
at
the
old
Theatre
Lyrique
by
Mme
.
Carvalho
.
Those
who
heard
her
say
that
her
voice
,
in
these
passages
,
was
seraphic
;
but
this
was
nothing
to
the
superhuman
notes
that
she
gave
forth
in
the
prison
scene
and
the
final
trio
in
FAUST
,
which
she
sang
in
the
place
of
La
Carlotta
,
who
was
ill
.
No
one
had
ever
heard
or
seen
anything
like
it
.
Daae
revealed
a
new
Margarita
that
night
,
a
Margarita
of
a
splendor
,
a
radiance
hitherto
unsuspected
.
The
whole
house
went
mad
,
rising
to
its
feet
,
shouting
,
cheering
,
clapping
,
while
Christine
sobbed
and
fainted
in
the
arms
of
her
fellow
-
singers
and
had
to
be
carried
to
her
dressing
-
room
.
A
few
subscribers
,
however
,
protested
.
Why
had
so
great
a
treasure
been
kept
from
them
all
that
time
?
Till
then
,
Christine
Daae
had
played
a
good
Siebel
to
Carlotta
’
s
rather
too
splendidly
material
Margarita
.
