For all that, on the next day and the following days, Christine was careful to avoid the trapdoors. Her agitation only increased as the hours passed. At last, one afternoon, she arrived very late, with her face so desperately pale and her eyes so desperately red, that Raoul resolved to go to all lengths, including that which he foreshadowed when he blurted out that he would not go on the North Pole expedition unless she first told him the secret of the man’s voice.

“Hush! Hush, in Heaven’s name! Suppose he heard you, you unfortunate Raoul!”

And Christine’s eyes stared wildly at everything around her.

“I will remove you from his power, Christine, I swear it. And you shall not think of him any more.”

“Is it possible?”