“No, no! There is nothing to be done with Erik⁠ ⁠… except to run away!”

“Then why, when you were able to run away, did you go back to him?”

“Because I had to. And you will understand that when I tell you how I left him.”

“Oh, I hate him!” cried Raoul. “And you, Christine, tell me, do you hate him too?”

“No,” said Christine simply.

“No, of course not.⁠ ⁠… Why, you love him! Your fear, your terror, all of that is just love and love of the most exquisite kind, the kind which people do not admit even to themselves,” said Raoul bitterly. “The kind that gives you a thrill, when you think of it.⁠ ⁠… Picture it: a man who lives in a palace underground!” And he gave a leer.