They sat down in silence.
The scene represented Margarita's garden: "Gentle flow'rs in the dew, Be message from me ..." As she sang these first two lines, with her bunch of roses and lilacs in her hand, Christine, raising her head, saw the Vicomte de Chagny in his box; and, from that moment, her voice seemed less sure, less crystal-clear than usual.

Something seemed to deaden and dull her singing...
"What a queer girl she is!" said one of Carlotta's friends in the stalls, almost aloud.

"The other day she was divine; and to-night she's simply bleating.

She has no experience, no training." "Gentle flow'rs, lie ye there And tell her from me ..." The viscount put his head under his hands and wept.

The count, behind him, viciously gnawed his mustache, shrugged his shoulders and frowned.
For him, usually so cold and correct, to betray his inner feelings like that, by outward signs, the count must be very angry.