On the first landing, Sorelli ran against the Comte de Chagny, who was coming up-stairs.

The count, who was generally so calm, seemed greatly excited.
"I was just going to you," he said, taking off his hat.

"Oh, Sorelli, what an evening! And Christine Daae: what a triumph!" "Impossible!" said Meg Giry.

"Six months ago, she used to sing like a CROCK! But do let us get by, my dear count," continues the brat, with a saucy curtsey.

"We are going to inquire after a poor man who was found hanging by the neck." Just then the acting-manager came fussing past and stopped when he heard this remark.
"What!" he exclaimed roughly.