The Vicomte de Chagny was already calling to her:

“Christine! Christine!”

As we could hear what was said in the next room, there was no reason why my companion should not be heard in his turn. Nevertheless, the viscount had to repeat his cry time after time.

At last, a faint voice reached us.

“I am dreaming!” it said.

“Christine, Christine, it is I, Raoul!”

A silence.

“But answer me, Christine!⁠ ⁠… In Heaven’s name, if you are alone, answer me!”

Then Christine’s voice whispered Raoul’s name.