Just for a few seconds...
Earlier in the morning the Vicomte de Chagny started looking for mademoiselle Daaé he hadn't seen her since yesterday; first he asked the managers of the Opera who couldn't tell him a word; then at the same moment that he was leaving the building he tripped with mademoiselle Meg Giry; who asked him.
—Bonjour monsieur! Are you looking for Christine? She went to visit her father's grave, she has just left the Opera in a carriage at the back door.—
He didn't say goodbye and started to run to the street in front of the building's main door, he called for his carriage and the pageboy went for it to the Opera's stalls; but he was so desperate that he took a passing carriage and told to the driver—To the train station! And quickly!—he arrived soon there, but he had already missed the train to Perros-Girec. Preoccupied and uneasy he went to the box-office and asked for the next train. The vendor told him there would be another train for tomorrow morning. Not being able to do anything else he reserved a ticket for the next morning and returned home to fix the luggage. He couldn't sleep in all the night. At dawn he jumped from the bed and dressed up hurriedly; called his servants and woke up everybody in the house, he didn't have breakfast and ran to the train station, arriving two hours before the train left. He walked in circles on the platform till the train left Paris.
All the way to Perros-Girec he was worried for an unknown reason; only thinking on her and why she hadn't told him that she would visit her father's grave. He couldn't understand why she didn't say anything about it.

The seconds seemed to be hours and the hours days; finally he arrived to the station of Perros –Girec at the afternoon. He got out the train impatient and almost threw one woman to the wagon's door, but he avoided her luckily. He ran to the inn and asked for Christine's whereabouts to the innkeeper who answered him –She went to the church to her father's mass—he didn't finish to listen what the woman said, for he ran to the inn's stables to get a horse and hurried to the graveyard. The night began to fall when he approached the churchyard's gate; slowly some stars appeared in middle of the sky; he dismounted at the gate's door. He didn't see anyone in the church, only some candles inside. Suddenly he heard someone singing in the graveyard. Little by little he began to forget the reason why he was there.

That beautiful and celestial voice he heard brought him to past times when he was so young and didn't have to think in other things except being happy. He remembered the summer days in which he had played with little Lotte in the Britain shores. Slowly he approached the place where the wonderful sound came from, and saw Christine climbing the stairs of her father's grave. Suddenly he remembered the reason why he was there—Christine! Don't!—he shouted at the same time he returned to reality; he ran straight to her, trying to stop her before she passed the threshold of the crypt. He felt a great pain in his chest, and even though he ran and didn't seem to advance a single step. He felt that time was running in slow motion; he felt the sweat in his hands and his forehead, he shouted again, but she didn't seem hear him; he called to her with all his strength; she stopped for a second in the threshold, he ran after her, he had placed one feet upon the stairs when the door began to close behind her. He crashed with the door's blades and struck the iron blades with his fists while he shouted again—Christine!—it was too late... just for a few seconds he didn't attain her.
The door closed; wrapping her in darkness. Meanwhile Raoul was stood outside surrounded by the starry sky. Now he couldn't know what would happen to her.
Christine my love...he thought. He tried to open the door, but all his efforts were in vain. He returned as fast as he could to the inn looking for help. When he saw the innkeeper again, she told Raoul before he started to speak—Oh Monsieur Vicomte; I wanted to tell you that Mademoiselle Daaé ordered her luggage immediately after you went out.
He stopped and asked—Who came to pick it up?—the woman answered—I'm not sure, I guess a boy that works in the train station.
He didn't listen to the lady's last words because he went as fast as he could to the station without knowing what he was looking for...

In the station he found a boy on his way back to the village; he ran to him and asked —Do you know the boy who carries the luggage at the inn?—and the boy answered—Oui monsieur; I am that boy. May I help you with your bags?
Raoul told him in an urgent tone—Did you went to pick up Mademoiselle Daaé's luggage to the inn? Who sent you there? Was it Mademoiselle Daaé?—he was so desperate, that the boy felt pity for him and answered –No monsieur, mademoiselle was indisposed and a gentlemen who was accompanying her sent me, he told me where to pick the luggage and paid me very well for it. He told me that I had to bring mademoiselle's things as quickly as possible; because they had to take the train and it was very important they don't miss it.
Raoul thought...–the train!—And asked immediately —At what time does the train leave?—he took the boy from the shoulders and shook him; the frightened boy stammered–It leaves at midnight!
The Vicomte turned to look the station's clock and he almost fainted; it was twelve o'clock.
He freed the boy and ran to the platform. Hearing the hiss of the locomotive; he couldn't believe it; he missed the train again. And again he shouted trying to stop it, but as before it was in vain.