Christine turned on Raoul with a hostile air.

Her eyes, usually so gentle, flashed fire.
"What are you laughing at?
YOU think you heard a man's voice, I suppose ?" "Well! ..." replied the young man, whose ideas began to grow confused in the face of Christine's determined attitude.
"It's you, Raoul, who say that?
You, an old playfellow of my own! A friend of my father's! But you have changed since those days.

What are you thinking of?
I am an honest girl, M.le Vicomte de Chagny, and I don't lock myself up in my dressing-room with men's voices.

If you had opened the door, you would have seen that there was nobody in the room!" "That's true! I did open the door, when you were gone, and I found no one in the room." "So you see! ...

Well ?" The viscount summoned up all his courage.
"Well, Christine, I think that somebody is making game of you." She gave a cry and ran away.