Clouds, which had just received their gossamer robe of gold and purple from the setting sun, drifted slowly by; and Christine said to Raoul: "Soon we shall go farther and faster than the clouds, to the end of the world, and then you will leave me, Raoul.

But, if, when the moment comes for you to take me away, I refuse to go with you--well you must carry me off by force!" "Are you afraid that you will change your mind, Christine ?" "I don't know," she said, shaking her head in an odd fashion.

"He is a demon!" And she shivered and nestled in his arms with a moan.

"I am afraid now of going back to live with him ...

in the ground!" "What compels you to go back, Christine ?" "If I do not go back to him, terrible misfortunes may happen! ...