It's quite natural." "Yes, yes," echoed Raoul submissively, "it's quite natural." "Besides, I thought Christine had told you all that, when she met you at Perros, where she went with her good genius." "Oh, she went to Perros with her good genius, did she ?" "That is to say, he arranged to meet her down there, in Perros churchyard, at Daae's grave.

He promised to play her The Resurrection of Lazarus on her father's violin!" Raoul de Chagny rose and, with a very authoritative air, pronounced these peremptory words: "Madame, you will have the goodness to tell me where that genius lives." The old lady did not seem surprised at this indiscreet command.

She raised her eyes and said: "In Heaven!" Such simplicity baffled him.

He did not know what to say in the presence of this candid and perfect faith in a genius who came down nightly from Heaven to haunt the dressing-rooms at the Opera.
He now realized the possible state of mind of a girl brought up between a superstitious fiddler and a visionary old lady and he shuddered when he thought of the consequences of it all.
"Is Christine still a good girl ?" he asked suddenly, in spite of himself.
"I swear it, as I hope to be saved!" exclaimed the old woman, who, this time, seemed to be incensed.

"And, if you doubt it, sir, I don't know what you are here for!" Raoul tore at his gloves.
"How long has she known this 'genius ?'" "About three months ...