He could have struck himself, banged his head against the walls! To think that he had believed in her innocence, in her purity! The Angel of Music! He knew him now! He saw him! It was beyond a doubt some unspeakable tenor, a good-looking jackanapes, who mouthed and simpered as he sang! He thought himself as absurd and as wretched as could be.

Oh, what a miserable, little, insignificant, silly young man was M.le Vicomte de Chagny! thought Raoul, furiously.

And she, what a bold and damnable sly creature! His brother was waiting for him and Raoul fell into his arms, like a child.

The count consoled him, without asking for explanations; and Raoul would certainly have long hesitated before telling him the story of the Angel of Music.

His brother suggested taking him out to dinner.
Overcome as he was with despair, Raoul would probably have refused any invitation that evening, if the count had not, as an inducement, told him that the lady of his thoughts had been seen, the night before, in company of the other sex in the Bois.