Raoul's first thought, after Christine Daae's fantastic disappearance, was to accuse Erik.

He no longer doubted the almost supernatural powers of the Angel of Music, in this domain of the Opera in which he had set up his empire.

And Raoul rushed on the stage, in a mad fit of love and despair.
"Christine! Christine!" he moaned, calling to her as he felt that she must be calling to him from the depths of that dark pit to which the monster had carried her.

"Christine! Christine!" And he seemed to hear the girl's screams through the frail boards that separated him from her.

He bent forward, he listened, ...