Christine and Raoul were making their winding way down from the roof, away from Apollo's Lyre, and safely to Christine's dressing room. Their hushed voices were discoursing on their play engagement, and the danger it had put them in if he had ever found out.
"Why, my dear, he knows all about it!" Came Christine's blunt confession.
"He said, I trust you, Christine. M. de Chagny is in love with you and is going abroad. Before he goes, I want him to be as happy as I am.'" She paused a moment. The dim light in the hallway reflecting off of her golden hair made her look as if she were glowing.
"Are people so unhappy when they love?" She turned her angels head to face Raoul, her eyes pleading for an answer.
"Yes, Christine," Raoul said, a little harsher than he had intended. He caught himself and finished gentler. "when they love and are not sure of being loved."
They stared at each other for a moment. Raoul's heart ached for Christine to assure him of her love yet again, but she was not thinking of him. Raoul's answer seemed only to confuse her further.
Is that why I'm so sad?
They came to Christine's dressing-room, and she locked the door behind her.
AN:Dialogue directly from Leroux's novel, Chapter XIII A Master-Stroke of the Trap-Door Lover. I wanted you to see how I see this scene. Tell me how I did!