..you would
not believe me! You have lost faith in me, Raoul; it is finished!"
She spoke in such a despairing voice that the lad began to feel
remorse for his cruelty.
"But look here!" he cried. "Can't you tell me what all this means!
... You are free, there is no one to interfere with you. ...
You go about Paris....You put on a domino to come to the ball.
... Why do you not go home?...What have you been doing this
past fortnight?...What is this tale about the Angel of Music,
which you have been telling Mamma Valerius? Some one may have taken
you in, played upon your innocence. I was a witness of it myself,
at Perros...but you know what to believe now! You seem to me
quite sensible, Christine. You know what you are doing....And
meanwhile Mamma Valerius lies waiting for you at home and appealing
to your `good genius!'...Explain yourself, Christine, I beg of you!
Any one might have been deceived as I was. What is this farce?"
Christine simply took off her mask and said: "Dear, it is a tragedy!"
Raoul now saw her face and could not restrain an exclamation of
surprise and terror. The fresh complexion of former days was gone.
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