She put her gloved hand on his mouth.
"Listen, Raoul.

I have decided to tell you something serious, very serious ...

Do you remember the legend of the Angel of Music ?" "I do indeed," he said.

"I believe it was here that your father first told it to us." "And it was here that he said, 'When I am in Heaven, my child, I will send him to you.' Well, Raoul, my father is in Heaven, and I have been visited by the Angel of Music." "I have no doubt of it," replied the young man gravely, for it seemed to him that his friend, in obedience to a pious thought, was connecting the memory of her father with the brilliancy of her last triumph.
Christine appeared astonished at the Vicomte de Chagny's coolness: "How do you understand it ?" she asked, bringing her pale face so close to his that he might have thought that Christine was going to give him a kiss; but she only wanted to read his eyes in spite of the dark.
"I understand," he said, "that no human being can sing as you sang the other evening without the intervention of some miracle.

No professor on earth can teach you such accents as those.