The voice had caused Armand to look, the lips that spoke forged the first tiny link of that chain which riveted him forever after to the speaker.
It is difficult to say if such a thing really exists as love at first sight.

Poets and romancists will have us believe that it does; idealists swear by it as being the only true love worthy of the name.
I do not know if I am prepared to admit their theory with regard to Armand St.Just.Mlle.

Lange's exquisite voice certainly had charmed him to the extent of making him forget his mistrust of de Batz and his desire to get away.

Mechanically almost he sat down again, and leaning both elbows on the edge of the box, he rested his chin in his hand, and listened.

The words which the late M.de Moliere puts into the mouth of Celimene are trite and flippant enough, yet every time that Mlle.
Lange's lips moved Armand watched her, entranced.
There, no doubt, the matter would have ended: a young man fascinated by a pretty woman on the stage--'tis a small matter, and one from which there doth not often spring a weary trail of tragic circumstances.
Armand, who had a passion for music, would have worshipped at the shrine of Mlle.