Dress was left for her dressing-room.
It was the gorgeously florid gypsy girl costume, completed with a big red rose for her hair. Satin corset and low-cut neck-line jutted her breasts.
"Lovely dress," Raoul said. "At least he has good taste."He didn´t mention provocativeness of the attire. "This is soon over."
I know the corridor behind that mirror. I am not pure and innocent. I am just a young girl, like lorettes of the ballet.
Aloud she said: "Devil´s child."
For a moment Raoul closed his eyes . "You think the scum torturing him."
"Yes. He never had a life, Raoul."
Raoul sighed. "More than Joseph Buquet has."
"Will two wrongs make one right?"
Raoul studied her face. "You think we are wrong?"
"Killing him like a dangerous animal? Yes, I do think so." Christine took his hand. "Help me to save him. Don´t let them kill him. "
Raoul touched her chin. "I ask the soldiers to shoot, but not to kill."