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"
What
coolness
!
"
he
said
to
himself
.
She
wrote
on
,
filling
two
,
three
,
four
sheets
.
Suddenly
,
she
raised
her
head
and
hid
the
sheets
in
her
bodice
.
.
.
She
seemed
to
be
listening
.
.
.
Raoul
also
listened
.
.
.
Whence
came
that
strange
sound
,
that
distant
rhythm
?
.
.
.
A
faint
singing
seemed
to
issue
from
the
walls
.
.
.
yes
,
it
was
as
though
the
walls
themselves
were
singing
!
.
.
.
The
song
became
plainer
.
.
.
the
words
were
now
distinguishable
.
.
.
he
heard
a
voice
,
a
very
beautiful
,
very
soft
,
very
captivating
voice
.
.
.
but
,
for
all
its
softness
,
it
remained
a
male
voice
.
.
.
The
voice
came
nearer
and
nearer
.
.
.
it
came
through
the
wall
.
.
.
it
approached
.
.
.
and
now
the
voice
was
IN
THE
ROOM
,
in
front
of
Christine
.
Christine
rose
and
addressed
the
voice
,
as
though
speaking
to
some
one
:
"
Here
I
am
,
Erik
,
"
she
said
.
"
I
am
ready
.
But
you
are
late
.
"
Raoul
,
peeping
from
behind
the
curtain
,
could
not
believe
his
eyes
,
which
showed
him
nothing
.
Christine
’
s
face
lit
up
.
A
smile
of
happiness
appeared
upon
her
bloodless
lips
,
a
smile
like
that
of
sick
people
when
they
receive
the
first
hope
of
recovery
.
The
voice
without
a
body
went
on
singing
;
and
certainly
Raoul
had
never
in
his
life
heard
anything
more
absolutely
and
heroically
sweet
,
more
gloriously
insidious
,
more
delicate
,
more
powerful
,
in
short
,
more
irresistibly
triumphant
.
He
listened
to
it
in
a
fever
and
he
now
began
to
understand
how
Christine
Daae
was
able
to
appear
one
evening
,
before
the
stupefied
audience
,
with
accents
of
a
beauty
hitherto
unknown
,
of
a
superhuman
exaltation
,
while
doubtless
still
under
the
influence
of
the
mysterious
and
invisible
master
.
The
voice
was
singing
the
Wedding
-
night
Song
from
Romeo
and
Juliet
.
Raoul
saw
Christine
stretch
out
her
arms
to
the
voice
as
she
had
done
,
in
Perros
churchyard
,
to
the
invisible
violin
playing
The
Resurrection
of
Lazarus
.
And
nothing
could
describe
the
passion
with
which
the
voice
sang
:
"
Fate
links
thee
to
me
for
ever
and
a
day
!
"
The
strains
went
through
Raoul
’
s
heart
.
Struggling
against
the
charm
that
seemed
to
deprive
him
of
all
his
will
and
all
his
energy
and
of
almost
all
his
lucidity
at
the
moment
when
he
needed
them
most
,
he
succeeded
in
drawing
back
the
curtain
that
hid
him
and
he
walked
to
where
Christine
stood
.
She
herself
was
moving
to
the
back
of
the
room
,
the
whole
wall
of
which
was
occupied
by
a
great
mirror
that
reflected
her
image
,
but
not
his
,
for
he
was
just
behind
her
and
entirely
covered
by
her
.
