Erik heard
scuffling, followed by an scream of pain. The little Giry ran past
him. In the corridor behind her, Erik saw a man doubled over in
agony, holding his bleeding nose. So, the little ballet rat had been
taking singing lessons, had she? Not only had La Sorelli been his apt
pupil, she was now passing on her knowledge.
From the prima ballerina's room, he heard the girls chanting in chorus:
"Solar
plexus
Instep
Nose and
Groin."
Erik grinned. Philippe de Chagny was taking La Sorelli for a drive in the Bois tonight. Would she sing for him, too?
