“If, in two minutes, mademoiselle, you have not turned the scorpion, I shall turn the grasshopper⁠ ⁠… and the grasshopper, I tell you, hops jolly high !”

The terrible silence began anew. The Vicomte de Chagny, realizing that there was nothing left to do but pray, went down on his knees and prayed. As for me, my blood beat so fiercely that I had to take my heart in both hands, lest it should burst. At last, we heard Erik’s voice:

“The two minutes are past.⁠ ⁠… Goodbye, mademoiselle.⁠ ⁠… Hop, grasshopper!⁠ ⁠…”

“Erik,” cried Christine, “do you swear to me, monster, do you swear to me that the scorpion is the one to turn?⁠ ⁠…”

“Yes, to hop at our wedding.”

“Ah, you see! You said, to hop!”