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"
You
look
like
fainting
yourself
,
"
said
the
count
.
"
What
’
s
the
matter
?
"
But
Raoul
had
recovered
himself
and
was
standing
up
.
"
Let
’
s
go
and
see
,
"
he
said
,
"
she
never
sang
like
that
before
.
"
The
count
gave
his
brother
a
curious
smiling
glance
and
seemed
quite
pleased
.
They
were
soon
at
the
door
leading
from
the
house
to
the
stage
.
Numbers
of
subscribers
were
slowly
making
their
way
through
.
Raoul
tore
his
gloves
without
knowing
what
he
was
doing
and
Philippe
had
much
too
kind
a
heart
to
laugh
at
him
for
his
impatience
.
But
he
now
understood
why
Raoul
was
absent
-
minded
when
spoken
to
and
why
he
always
tried
to
turn
every
conversation
to
the
subject
of
the
Opera
.
They
reached
the
stage
and
pushed
through
the
crowd
of
gentlemen
,
scene
-
shifters
,
supers
and
chorus
-
girls
,
Raoul
leading
the
way
,
feeling
that
his
heart
no
longer
belonged
to
him
,
his
face
set
with
passion
,
while
Count
Philippe
followed
him
with
difficulty
and
continued
to
smile
.
At
the
back
of
the
stage
,
Raoul
had
to
stop
before
the
inrush
of
the
little
troop
of
ballet
-
girls
who
blocked
the
passage
which
he
was
trying
to
enter
.
More
than
one
chaffing
phrase
darted
from
little
made
-
up
lips
,
to
which
he
did
not
reply
;
and
at
last
he
was
able
to
pass
,
and
dived
into
the
semi
-
darkness
of
a
corridor
ringing
with
the
name
of
"
Daae
!
Daae
!
"
The
count
was
surprised
to
find
that
Raoul
knew
the
way
.
He
had
never
taken
him
to
Christine
’
s
himself
and
came
to
the
conclusion
that
Raoul
must
have
gone
there
alone
while
the
count
stayed
talking
in
the
foyer
with
Sorelli
,
who
often
asked
him
to
wait
until
it
was
her
time
to
"
go
on
"
and
sometimes
handed
him
the
little
gaiters
in
which
she
ran
down
from
her
dressing
-
room
to
preserve
the
spotlessness
of
her
satin
dancing
-
shoes
and
her
flesh
-
colored
tights
.
Sorelli
had
an
excuse
;
she
had
lost
her
mother
.
Postponing
his
usual
visit
to
Sorelli
for
a
few
minutes
,
the
count
followed
his
brother
down
the
passage
that
led
to
Daae
’
s
dressing
-
room
and
saw
that
it
had
never
been
so
crammed
as
on
that
evening
,
when
the
whole
house
seemed
excited
by
her
success
and
also
by
her
fainting
fit
.
For
the
girl
had
not
yet
come
to
;
and
the
doctor
of
the
theater
had
just
arrived
at
the
moment
when
Raoul
entered
at
his
heels
.
Christine
,
therefore
,
received
the
first
aid
of
the
one
,
while
opening
her
eyes
in
the
arms
of
the
other
.
The
count
and
many
more
remained
crowding
in
the
doorway
.
"
Don
’
t
you
think
,
Doctor
,
that
those
gentlemen
had
better
clear
the
room
?
"
asked
Raoul
coolly
.
"
There
’
s
no
breathing
here
.
"
"
You
’
re
quite
right
,
"
said
the
doctor
.
And
he
sent
every
one
away
,
except
Raoul
and
the
maid
,
who
looked
at
Raoul
with
eyes
of
the
most
undisguised
astonishment
.
