But, shaking her head, she repeated: "Poor Erik!" What had this Erik to do with Christine's sighs and why was she pitying Erik when Raoul was so unhappy?
Christine began to write, deliberately, calmly and so placidly that Raoul, who was still trembling from the effects of the tragedy that separated them, was painfully impressed.
"What coolness!" he said to himself.
She wrote on, filling two, three, four sheets.

Suddenly, she raised her head and hid the sheets in her bodice ...

She seemed to be listening ...

Raoul also listened ...

Whence came that strange sound, that distant rhythm?
...