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Postponing his usual visit to Sorelli for a few minutes, the count

followed his brother down the passage that led to Daae's dressing-room

and saw that it had never been so crammed as on that evening, when the

whole house seemed excited by her success and also by her fainting fit.

For the girl had not yet come to; and the doctor of the theater had

just arrived at the moment when Raoul entered at his heels. Christine,

therefore, received the first aid of the one, while opening her eyes in

the arms of the other. The count and many more remained crowding in

the doorway.

"Don't you think, Doctor, that those gentlemen had better clear the

room?" asked Raoul coolly. "There's no breathing here."

"You're quite right," said the doctor.

And he sent every one away, except Raoul and the maid, who looked at

Raoul with eyes of the most undisguised astonishment. She had never

seen him before and yet dared not question him; and the doctor imagined

that the young man was only acting as he did because he had the right

to. The viscount, therefore, remained in the room watching Christine

as she slowly returned to life, while even the joint managers, Debienne

and Poligny, who had come to offer their sympathy and congratulations,

found themselves thrust into the passage among the crowd of dandies.

The Comte de Chagny, who was one of those standing outside, laughed: "Oh, the rogue, the rogue!" And he added, under his breath: "Those

youngsters with their school-girl airs! So he's a Chagny after all!"

He turned to go to Sorelli's dressing-room, but met her on the way,

with her little troop of trembling ballet-girls, as we have seen.

Meanwhile, Christine Daae uttered a deep sigh, which was answered by a

groan. She turned her head, saw Raoul and started. She looked at the

doctor, on whom she bestowed a smile, then at her maid, then at Raoul

again.

"Monsieur," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper, "who are

you?"

"Mademoiselle," replied the young man, kneeling on one knee and

pressing a fervent kiss on the diva's hand, "I AM THE LITTLE BOY WHO

WENT INTO THE SEA TO RESCUE YOUR SCARF."

Christine again looked at the doctor and the maid; and all three began

to laugh.

Raoul turned very red and stood up.

"Mademoiselle," he said, "since you are pleased not to recognize me, I

should like to say something to you in private, something very

important."

"When I am better, do you mind?" And her voice shook. "You have been

very good."

"Yes, you must go," said the doctor, with his pleasantest smile.

"Leave me to attend to mademoiselle."

"I am not ill now," said Christine suddenly, with strange and

unexpected energy.