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There
was
only
one
possible
outlet
,
that
opening
into
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
in
which
Erik
and
Christine
Daae
were
.
But
,
though
this
outlet
looked
like
an
ordinary
door
on
Christine
’
s
side
,
it
was
absolutely
invisible
to
us
.
We
must
therefore
try
to
open
it
without
even
knowing
where
it
was
.
When
I
was
quite
sure
that
there
was
no
hope
for
us
from
Christine
Daae
’
s
side
,
when
I
had
heard
the
monster
dragging
the
poor
girl
from
the
Louis
-
Philippe
room
LEST
SHE
SHOULD
INTERFERE
WITH
OUR
TORTURES
,
I
resolved
to
set
to
work
without
delay
.
But
I
had
first
to
calm
M
.
de
Chagny
,
who
was
already
walking
about
like
a
madman
,
uttering
incoherent
cries
.
The
snatches
of
conversation
which
he
had
caught
between
Christine
and
the
monster
had
contributed
not
a
little
to
drive
him
beside
himself
:
add
to
that
the
shock
of
the
magic
forest
and
the
scorching
heat
which
was
beginning
to
make
the
prespiration
{
sic
}
stream
down
his
temples
and
you
will
have
no
difficulty
in
understanding
his
state
of
mind
.
He
shouted
Christine
’
s
name
,
brandished
his
pistol
,
knocked
his
forehead
against
the
glass
in
his
endeavors
to
run
down
the
glades
of
the
illusive
forest
.
In
short
,
the
torture
was
beginning
to
work
its
spell
upon
a
brain
unprepared
for
it
.
I
did
my
best
to
induce
the
poor
viscount
to
listen
to
reason
.
I
made
him
touch
the
mirrors
and
the
iron
tree
and
the
branches
and
explained
to
him
,
by
optical
laws
,
all
the
luminous
imagery
by
which
we
were
surrounded
and
of
which
we
need
not
allow
ourselves
to
be
the
victims
,
like
ordinary
,
ignorant
people
.
"
We
are
in
a
room
,
a
little
room
;
that
is
what
you
must
keep
saying
to
yourself
.
And
we
shall
leave
the
room
as
soon
as
we
have
found
the
door
.
"
And
I
promised
him
that
,
if
he
let
me
act
,
without
disturbing
me
by
shouting
and
walking
up
and
down
,
I
would
discover
the
trick
of
the
door
in
less
than
an
hour
’
s
time
.
Then
he
lay
flat
on
the
floor
,
as
one
does
in
a
wood
,
and
declared
that
he
would
wait
until
I
found
the
door
of
the
forest
,
as
there
was
nothing
better
to
do
!
And
he
added
that
,
from
where
he
was
,
"
the
view
was
splendid
!
"
The
torture
was
working
,
in
spite
of
all
that
I
had
said
.
Myself
,
forgetting
the
forest
,
I
tackled
a
glass
panel
and
began
to
finger
it
in
every
direction
,
hunting
for
the
weak
point
on
which
to
press
in
order
to
turn
the
door
in
accordance
with
Erik
’
s
system
of
pivots
.
This
weak
point
might
be
a
mere
speck
on
the
glass
,
no
larger
than
a
pea
,
under
which
the
spring
lay
hidden
.
I
hunted
and
hunted
.
I
felt
as
high
as
my
hands
could
reach
.
Erik
was
about
the
same
height
as
myself
and
I
thought
that
he
would
not
have
placed
the
spring
higher
than
suited
his
stature
.
