She thought of but one thing, to keep him from leaving the box.
"You will beg my pardon, one day, for all those ugly words, Raoul, and when you do I shall forgive you!" He shook his head.

"No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think that I had only one object in life: to give my name to an opera wench!" "Raoul! ...

How can you ?" "I shall die of shame!" "No, dear, live!" said Christine's grave and changed voice.

"And ...
good-by.

Good-by, Raoul ..." The boy stepped forward, staggering as he went.