“Why, my dear, he knows all about it! He said, ‘I trust you, Christine. M. de Chagny is in love with you and is going abroad. Before he goes, I want him to be as happy as I am.’ Are people so unhappy when they love?”
“Yes, Christine, when they love and are not sure of being loved.”
They came to Christine’s dressing-room.
“Why do you think that you are safer in this room than on the stage?” asked Raoul. “You heard him through the walls here, therefore he can certainly hear us.”
“No. He gave me his word not to be behind the walls of my dressing-room again and I believe Erik’s word. This room and my bedroom on the lake are for me, exclusively, and not to be approached by him.”
“How can you have gone from this room into that dark passage, Christine? Suppose we try to repeat your movements; shall we?”
“It is dangerous, dear, for the glass might carry me off again; and, instead of running away, I should be obliged to go to the end of the secret passage to the lake and there call Erik.”
“Would he hear you?”
“Erik will hear me wherever I call him. He told me so. He is a very curious genius. You must not think, Raoul, that he is simply a man who amuses himself by living underground. He does things that no other man could do; he knows things which nobody in the world knows.”
“Take care, Christine, you are making a ghost of him again!”
“No, he is not a ghost; he is a man of Heaven and earth, that is all.”
“A man of Heaven and earth … that is all! A nice way to speak of him! … And are you still resolved to run away from him?”