At last, I said to the voice, 'That will do! I am going to Perros to-morrow, to pray on my father's grave, and I shall ask M.Raoul de Chagny to go with me.' 'Do as you please,' replied the voice, 'but I shall be at Perros too, for I am wherever you are, Christine; and, if you are still worthy of me, if you have not lied to me, I will play you The Resurrection of Lazarus, on the stroke of midnight, on your father's tomb and on your father's violin.' That, dear, was how I came to write you the letter that brought you to Perros.

How could I have been so beguiled?
How was it, when I saw the personal, the selfish point of view of the voice, that I did not suspect some impostor?
Alas, I was no longer mistress of myself: I had become his thing!" "But, after all," cried Raoul, "you soon came to know the truth! Why did you not at once rid yourself of that abominable nightmare ?" "Know the truth, Raoul?
Rid myself of that nightmare?
But, my poor boy, I was not caught in the nightmare until the day when I learned the truth! ...

Pity me, Raoul, pity me! ...

You remember the terrible evening when Carlotta thought that she had been turned into a toad on the stage and when the house was suddenly plunged in darkness through the chandelier crashing to the floor?
There were killed and wounded that night and the whole theater rang with terrified screams.

My first thought was for you and the voice.