At last, one afternoon, she arrived very late, with her face so desperately pale and her eyes so desperately red, that Raoul resolved to go to all lengths, including that which he foreshadowed when he blurted out that he would not go on the North Pole expedition unless she first told him the secret of the man's voice.
"Hush! Hush, in Heaven's name! Suppose HE heard you, you unfortunate Raoul!" And Christine's eyes stared wildly at everything around her.
"I will remove you from his power, Christine, I swear it.

And you shall not think of him any more." "Is it possible ?" She allowed herself this doubt, which was an encouragernent, while dragging the young man up to the topmost floor of the theater, far, very far from the trap-doors.
"I shall hide you in some unknown corner of the world, where HE can not come to look for you.

You will be safe; and then I shall go away ...
as you have sworn never to marry." Christine seized Raoul's hands and squeezed them with incredible rapture.

But, suddenly becoming alarmed again, she turned away her head.
"Higher!" was all she said.

"Higher still!" And she dragged him up toward the summit.
He had a difficulty in following her.