Chapter 11
"When could we start?" Angéle asked. Her face was so eager, Erik found it almost humorous.
"We could begin right now if you like. This is a very long show."
Angéle did not even pause for a moment. She stood up and said, "Well, what are we waiting for?" She held out her hand for Erik to guide her.
Erik gave Angéle his elbow in the way he had seen M. Firmin do. He led her to the front left corner of the box. Angéle perked her head a little at the sound of the catch. She heard the faintest of squeaks from the hinges of the trapdoor. Erik stepped in.
"May I help you in mademoiselle? It is quite the step up," Angéle could tell that Erik added this so as to not imply that he was assisting her on account of her blindness. It was an unnecessary gesture. This was a completely alien route to her and she would need his guidance, but she appreciated his efforts all the same. Angéle smiled and gave a nod in reply. Erik leaned over put a hand on each of Angéle's hips, and gently lifted her up into the doorway and carefully deposited her down into the hidden passageway. After doing this, Erik closed the trapdoor.
When Angéle had taken his elbow once more, they continued forward.
"You must be quiet now. Workers will sometimes come by this way," Erik whispered. Angéle nodded. They walked onward, Angéle concentrated on memorizing the way. After what seemed like a small eternity, they stopped.