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The
young
man
,
as
he
now
was
,
had
come
to
Perros
on
the
chance
of
finding
them
and
went
straight
to
the
house
in
which
they
used
to
stay
.
He
first
saw
the
old
man
;
and
then
Christine
entered
,
carrying
the
tea
-
tray
.
She
flushed
at
the
sight
of
Raoul
,
who
went
up
to
her
and
kissed
her
.
She
asked
him
a
few
questions
,
performed
her
duties
as
hostess
prettily
,
took
up
the
tray
again
and
left
the
room
.
Then
she
ran
into
the
garden
and
took
refuge
on
a
bench
,
a
prey
to
feelings
that
stirred
her
young
heart
for
the
first
time
.
Raoul
followed
her
and
they
talked
till
the
evening
,
very
shyly
.
They
were
quite
changed
,
cautious
as
two
diplomatists
,
and
told
each
other
things
that
had
nothing
to
do
with
their
budding
sentiments
.
When
they
took
leave
of
each
other
by
the
roadside
,
Raoul
,
pressing
a
kiss
on
Christine
’
s
trembling
hand
,
said
:
"
Mademoiselle
,
I
shall
never
forget
you
!
"
And
he
went
away
regretting
his
words
,
for
he
knew
that
Christine
could
not
be
the
wife
of
the
Vicomte
de
Chagny
.
As
for
Christine
,
she
tried
not
to
think
of
him
and
devoted
herself
wholly
to
her
art
.
She
made
wonderful
progress
and
those
who
heard
her
prophesied
that
she
would
be
the
greatest
singer
in
the
world
.
Meanwhile
,
the
father
died
;
and
,
suddenly
,
she
seemed
to
have
lost
,
with
him
,
her
voice
,
her
soul
and
her
genius
.
She
retained
just
,
but
only
just
,
enough
of
this
to
enter
the
CONSERVATOIRE
,
where
she
did
not
distinguish
herself
at
all
,
attending
the
classes
without
enthusiasm
and
taking
a
prize
only
to
please
old
Mamma
Valerius
,
with
whom
she
continued
to
live
.
The
first
time
that
Raoul
saw
Christine
at
the
Opera
,
he
was
charmed
by
the
girl
’
s
beauty
and
by
the
sweet
images
of
the
past
which
it
evoked
,
but
was
rather
surprised
at
the
negative
side
of
her
art
.
He
returned
to
listen
to
her
.
He
followed
her
in
the
wings
.
He
waited
for
her
behind
a
Jacob
’
s
ladder
.
He
tried
to
attract
her
attention
.
More
than
once
,
he
walked
after
her
to
the
door
of
her
box
,
but
she
did
not
see
him
.
She
seemed
,
for
that
matter
,
to
see
nobody
.
She
was
all
indifference
.
Raoul
suffered
,
for
she
was
very
beautiful
and
he
was
shy
and
dared
not
confess
his
love
,
even
to
himself
.
And
then
came
the
lightning
-
flash
of
the
gala
performance
:
the
heavens
torn
asunder
and
an
angel
’
s
voice
heard
upon
earth
for
the
delight
of
mankind
and
the
utter
capture
of
his
heart
.
And
then
.
.
.
and
then
there
was
that
man
’
s
voice
behind
the
door
—
"
You
must
love
me
!
"
—
and
no
one
in
the
room
.
.
.
Why
did
she
laugh
when
he
reminded
her
of
the
incident
of
the
scarf
?
Why
did
she
not
recognize
him
?
And
why
had
she
written
to
him
?
.
.
.
Perros
was
reached
at
last
.
Raoul
walked
into
the
smoky
sitting
-
room
of
the
Setting
Sun
and
at
once
saw
Christine
standing
before
him
,
smiling
and
showing
no
astonishment
.
"
So
you
have
come
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
felt
that
I
should
find
you
here
,
when
I
came
back
from
mass
.
Some
one
told
me
so
,
at
the
church
.
"
"
Who
?
"
asked
Raoul
,
taking
her
little
hand
in
his
.
