When you went to your dressing-room, did you not say, 'Poor Erik ?' Well, Christine, there was a poor Raoul who overheard you." "This is the second time that you have listened behind the door, M.de Chagny!" "I was not behind the door ...

I was in the dressing-room, in the inner room, mademoiselle." "Oh, unhappy man!" moaned the girl, showing every sign of unspeakable terror.

"Unhappy man! Do you want to be killed ?" "Perhaps." Raoul uttered this "perhaps" with so much love and despair in his voice that Christine could not keep back a sob.

She took his hands and looked at him with all the pure affection of which she was capable: "Raoul," she said, "forget THE MAN'S VOICE and do not even remember its name...

You must never try to fathom the mystery of THE MAN'S VOICE." "Is the mystery so very terrible ?" "There is no more awful mystery on this earth.