I was at once easy, where you were concerned, for I had seen you in your brother's box and I knew that you were not in danger.

But the voice had told me that it would be at the performance and I was really afraid for it, just as if it had been an ordinary person who was capable of dying.

I thought to myself, 'The chandelier may have come down upon the voice.' I was then on the stage and was nearly running into the house, to look for the voice among the killed and wounded, when I thought that, if the voice was safe, it would be sure to be in my dressing-room and I rushed to my room.

The voice was not there.

I locked my door and, with tears in my eyes, besought it, if it were still alive, to manifest itself to me.