But I shall snatch off his mask, as I shall snatch off my own; and, this time, we shall look each other in the face, he and I, with no veil and no lies between us; and I shall know whom you love and who loves you!" He burst into a mad laugh, while Christine gave a disconsolate moan behind her velvet mask.

With a tragic gesture, she flung out her two arms, which fixed a barrier of white flesh against the door.
"In the name of our love, Raoul, you shall not pass! ..." He stopped.

What had she said?
...

In the name of their love?
...
Never before had she confessed that she loved him.

And yet she had had opportunities enough ...