“I saw your ecstasy at the sound of the voice , Christine: the voice that came from the wall or the next room to yours⁠ ⁠… yes, your ecstasy ! And that is what makes me alarmed on your behalf. You are under a very dangerous spell. And yet it seems that you are aware of the imposture, because you say today that there is no Angel of Music ! In that case, Christine, why did you follow him that time? Why did you stand up, with radiant features, as though you were really hearing angels?⁠ ⁠… Ah, it is a very dangerous voice, Christine, for I myself, when I heard it, was so much fascinated by it that you vanished before my eyes without my seeing which way you passed! Christine, Christine, in the name of Heaven, in the name of your father who is in Heaven now and who loved you so dearly and who loved me too, Christine, tell us, tell your benefactress and me, to whom does that voice belong? If you do, we will save you in spite of yourself. Come, Christine, the name of the man! The name of the man who had the audacity to put a ring on your finger!”