She seemed, for that matter, to see nobody.

She was all indifference.

Raoul suffered, for she was very beautiful and he was shy and dared not confess his love, even to himself.

And then came the lightning-flash of the gala performance: the heavens torn asunder and an angel's voice heard upon earth for the delight of mankind and the utter capture of his heart.
And then ...

and then there was that man's voice behind the door--"You must love me!"-- and no one in the room...
Why did she laugh when he reminded her of the incident of the scarf?
Why did she not recognize him?
And why had she written to him?
...
Perros was reached at last.