CHAPTER X Forget the Name of the Man's Voice.
The day after Christine had vanished before his eyes in a sort of dazzlement that still made him doubt the evidence of his senses, M.le Vicomte de Chagny called to inquire at Mamma Valerius'.

He came upon a charming picture.

Christine herself was seated by the bedside of the old lady, who was sitting up against the pillows, knitting.

The pink and white had returned to the young girl's cheeks.

The dark rings round her eyes had disappeared.