Where did she go?...
The Vicomte had been standing alone in the train station's platform for a while, he was desolate; he had missed her again. He began to walk in circles; trying to think a solution for his situation,—Who was the man that returned with Christine to Paris? ...Perhaps she had meet him here, and ...No!...Wait a minute! ...She was inside her father's grave, she didn't seem to notice what was happening to her...And that boy…. he said that she was indisposed... But why was she indisposed? ...That man took her to Paris, perhaps the man was... Erik, The Phantom of the Opera, the boy!—he returned to the inn but, couldn't find the bellboy.
The little town was bleak, only a few lights that came from some isolated windows pierced the night. He couldn't do anything else that night, so he went to his room without having dinner. He paced again in his bedroom; thinking about Christine, and what would happen if he could reach her? He sat in the bed's edge and placed his head between his hands. — Oh Christine! Where are you?—He said a prayer for her —Anywhere she is, dear Lord, please protect her!
He laid in the bed and tried to sleep a little to recover his strength. Raoul was so tired, that, he couldn't sleep, till the fatigue overcame him. Even then he couldn't rest; for he had nightmares and restless dreams. Early in the morning he woke up with great effort, he was beaten. He got dressed and hurriedly went down the stairs.
He went to the box office and as before asked for the first train that went to Paris, and bought a ticket for the midnight train. He returned to the inn and ate something after the innkeeper's insistence; later in his room he recalled last night's events. The day lapsed as so slowly as it possibly could. He couldn't stand it anymore, so he went to the graveyard again and walked around as before, trying to remember as exactly as he could, yesterday's scene.
He walked to Daaé's grave and climbed the stairs towards it's door. While saying a prayer for Daaé's rest, he noticed a little slot between the door blades. —The door wasn't like this!—and he placed both hands on the door and threw his weigh on them. With day light he could see there were some traces in the dust, some of them maybe Christine's dress, but there were one or two pairs of boot's footprints, which he couldn't follow because, they were smeared. He returned to the inn to cancel the bill and got out to the street, he call the bellboy and gave him his bag; to take it to the station. Once there, the bellboy put the bag in a seat and Raoul paid him with a gold coin.
–Can I ask you something?
— Of course Monsieur, everything!
—Could you see the gentleman who accompanied mademoiselle Daaé yesterday?
The boy looked at him as yesterday and said—Not well monsieur, he wore a fedora and a cloak, both of them black.
Raoul pressed –By any chance did you happen to see his face? — to which the boy replied –No monsieur, he was standing behind mademoiselle's chair, and in the shadow of that corner.—He thanked to the boy and waited the train's exit.