In the center of the amphitheater a man stood up and remained standing, facing the singer. It was Raoul.

“Holy angel, in Heaven blessed⁠ ⁠…”

“Holy angel, in Heaven blessed⁠ ⁠…”

And Christine, her arms outstretched, her throat filled with music, the glory of her hair falling over her bare shoulders, uttered the divine cry:

“My spirit longs with thee to rest!”

“My spirit longs with thee to rest!”

It was at that moment that the stage was suddenly plunged in darkness. It happened so quickly that the spectators hardly had time to utter a sound of stupefaction, for the gas at once lit up the stage again. But Christine Daaé was no longer there!