I really don't know what I thought...

Perhaps I was wrong to write to you ...

This anniversary and your sudden appearance in my room at the Opera, the other evening, reminded me of the time long past and made me write to you as the little girl that I then was..." There was something in Christine's attitude that seemed to Raoul not natural.

He did not feel any hostility in her; far from it: the distressed affection shining in her eyes told him that.

But why was this affection distressed?
That was what he wished to know and what was irritating him.
"When you saw me in your dressing-room, was that the first time you noticed me, Christine ?" She was incapable of lying.
"No," she said, "I had seen you several times in your brother's box.
And also on the stage." "I thought so!" said Raoul, compressing his lips.