“Christine! Christine! Something tells me that we are wrong to wait till tomorrow evening and that we ought to fly at once.”

“I tell you that, if he does not hear me sing tomorrow, it will cause him infinite pain.”

“It is difficult not to cause him pain and yet to escape from him for good.”

“You are right in that, Raoul, for certainly he will die of my flight.” And she added in a dull voice, “But then it counts both ways⁠ ⁠… for we risk his killing us.”

“Does he love you so much?”

“He would commit murder for me.”

“But one can find out where he lives. One can go in search of him. Now that we know that Erik is not a ghost, one can speak to him and force him to answer!”

Christine shook her head.