“I understand, Christine. It leads straight to the lake. Give it to me, Christine, will you?”

“Never!” she said. “That would be treacherous!”

Suddenly Christine changed color. A mortal pallor overspread her features.

“Oh heavens!” she cried. “Erik! Erik! Have pity on me!”

“Hold your tongue!” said Raoul. “You told me he could hear you!”

But the singer’s attitude became more and more inexplicable. She wrung her fingers, repeating, with a distraught air:

“Oh, Heaven! Oh, Heaven!”

“But what is it? What is it?” Raoul implored.

“The ring⁠ ⁠… the gold ring he gave me.”

“Oh, so Erik gave you that ring!”