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While the old man told this story, Raoul looked at Christine's blue

eyes and golden hair; and Christine thought that Lotte was very lucky

to hear the Angel of Music when she went to sleep. The Angel of Music

played a part in all Daddy Daae's tales; and he maintained that every

great musician, every great artist received a visit from the Angel at

least once in his life. Sometimes the Angel leans over their cradle,

as happened to Lotte, and that is how there are little prodigies who

play the fiddle at six better than men at fifty, which, you must admit,

is very wonderful. Sometimes, the Angel comes much later, because the

children are naughty and won't learn their lessons or practise their

scales. And, sometimes, he does not come at all, because the children

have a bad heart or a bad conscience.

No one ever sees the Angel; but he is heard by those who are meant to

hear him. He often comes when they least expect him, when they are sad

and disheartened. Then their ears suddenly perceive celestial

harmonies, a divine voice, which they remember all their lives.

Persons who are visited by the Angel quiver with a thrill unknown to

the rest of mankind. And they can not touch an instrument, or open

their mouths to sing, without producing sounds that put all other human

sounds to shame. Then people who do not know that the Angel has

visited those persons say that they have genius.

Little Christine asked her father if he had heard the Angel of Music.

But Daddy Daae shook his head sadly; and then his eyes lit up, as he

said: "You will hear him one day, my child! When I am in Heaven, I will send

him to you!"

Daddy was beginning to cough at that time.

Three years later, Raoul and Christine met again at Perros. Professor

Valerius was dead, but his widow remained in France with Daddy Daae and

his daughter, who continued to play the violin and sing, wrapping in

their dream of harmony their kind patroness, who seemed henceforth to

live on music alone. The young man, as he now was, had come to Perros

on the chance of finding them and went straight to the house in which

they used to stay. He first saw the old man; and then Christine

entered, carrying the tea-tray. She flushed at the sight of Raoul, who

went up to her and kissed her. She asked him a few questions,

performed her duties as hostess prettily, took up the tray again and

left the room. Then she ran into the garden and took refuge on a

bench, a prey to feelings that stirred her young heart for the first

time. Raoul followed her and they talked till the evening, very shyly.

They were quite changed, cautious as two diplomatists, and told each

other things that had nothing to do with their budding sentiments.

When they took leave of each other by the roadside, Raoul, pressing a

kiss on Christine's trembling hand, said: "Mademoiselle, I shall never forget you!"