“As you have quite made up your mind to go, Christine, I assure you it would be better to go at once. Why wait for tomorrow? He may have heard us tonight.”

“No, no, he is working, I tell you, at his Don Juan Triumphant and not thinking of us.”

“You’re so sure of that you keep on looking behind you!”

“Come to my dressing-room.”

“Hadn’t we better meet outside the Opera?”

“Never, till we go away for good! It would bring us bad luck, if I did not keep my word. I promised him to see you only here.”

“It’s a good thing for me that he allowed you even that. Do you know,” said Raoul bitterly, “that it was very plucky of you to let us play at being engaged?”