The man, still kneeling, must have understood the cause of my tears, for he said, 'It is true, Christine! ...

I am not an Angel, nor a genius, nor a ghost ...

I am Erik!'" Christine's narrative was again interrupted.

An echo behind them seemed to repeat the word after her.
"Erik!" What echo?
...

They both turned round and saw that night had fallen.
Raoul made a movement as though to rise, but Christine kept him beside her.
"Don't go," she said.