Raoul and Christine, clasping each other closely, raised their eyes to the stars that shone in a clear and peaceful sky. Raoul said:

“Strange, Christine, that this calm, soft night should be so full of plaintive sounds. One would think that it was sorrowing with us.”

“When you know the secret, Raoul, your ears, like mine, will be full of lamentations.”

She took Raoul’s protecting hands in hers and, with a long shiver, continued: