Christine felt slightly relieved after she told Brigitta the house maid her terrible secret. But she was beginning to have second thoughts about revealing her sins. Christine's everlasting innocence however charming it was, also came with, at times, a very naive sense of judgement.
"Should I have told?" Christined pondered nervously. "Yes. I-I can trust Brigitta, she's been a loyal servant. Yes, no need worry."
And with a sigh of reassurance to herself, she dismissed the matter and disappeared behind a flowing tapestry.
A large grey carraige came to a hault in front of the towering estate. A tall, handsome man wearing a long black coat and carrying a small satchel stepped out and headed toward the small case of stairs leading into the Chagny home. Raoul turned the doorknob, and walked in placing his hat and coat on the hatstand.
"Christine!" he called out. "Christine where are you?"
Christine came rushing down the staircase above and flew her arms around her husband's neck.
"Oh, Raoul, I've missed you." she sighed.
He stroked her long dark tendrils as he held her, and returned her sigh.
"How have you been, my darling?" he asked smiling.
"I've been fine. Nothing out of the ordinary." she lied.
"I'm glad to hear it." he said. "Now, where is Brigitta? I'll have her make us some tea."
"I think she's in the lounge, dear."
Kissing Christine on the cheek, he strode off past the kitchen into the lounge to find Brigitta.
Christine tried to keep her smile, so was not to lead Roaul to suspecting something was wrong...But it was slowly breaking as tears welled up in her eyes.
"I've hurt him enough as it is." she whispered slowly, her voice cracking. "I don't deserve him."
Now sobbing and shaking, Christine sulked back up the stairs and shut herself in her room.
"What am I going to do, Father?" she asked gazing up at her father's portrait. She wiped her tears with a hankerchief, and looked at the floor.
"I shall have the child." she said her voice now taking on a stern tone. "But it shall be announced dead at birth."
Christine knew that she would burn in the flames of limbo for what she was going to do. But she could not muster up the strength to hurt her beloved again.
"It's the only way," she thought to herself. "there is no second choice."