I cried out, because you hurt me! I heard nothing."
"I don't like the way you said that! ... You're trembling... You're quite excited ...
You're lying! ...
That was a cry, there was a cry! ...
There is some one in the torture-chamber! ...
Ah, I understand now!"
"There is no one there, Erik!"
"I understand!"
"No one!"
"The man you want to marry, perhaps!"
"I don't want to marry anybody, you know I don't."
Another nasty chuckle.
"Well, it won't take long to find out.
Christine, my love, we need not open the door to see what is happening in the torture-chamber.
Would you like to see?
Would you like to see?
Look here! If there is some one, if there is really some one there, you will see the invisible window light up at the top, near the ceiling.
We need only draw the black curtain and put out the light in here. There, that's it ...
Let's put out the light!
You're not afraid of the dark, when you're with your little husband!"
Then we heard Christine's voice of anguish: "No! ... I'm frightened! ...
I tell you, I'm afraid of the dark! ...
I don't care about that room now ...
You're always frightening me, like a child, with your torture-chamber! ...
And so I became inquisitive... But I don't care about it now ... not a bit ... not a bit!"
And that which I feared above all things began, AUTOMATICALLY.
We were suddenly flooded with light!
Yes, on our side of the wall, everything seemed aglow.
The Vicomte de Chagny was so much taken aback that he staggered.
And the angry voice roared:
"I told you there was some one!
Do you see the window now?
The lighted window, right up there?
The man behind the wall can't see it! But you shall go up the folding steps: that is what they are there for! ...
You have often asked me to tell you; and now you know! ...
They are there to give a peep into the torture-chamber ... you inquisitive little thing!"
"What tortures? ... Who is being tortured? ...
Erik, Erik, say you are only trying to frighten me! ...
Say it, if you love me, Erik! ...
There are no tortures, are there?"
"Go and look at the little window, dear!"
I do not know if the viscount heard the girl's swooning voice, for he was too much occupied by the astounding spectacle that now appeared before his distracted gaze.
As for me, I had seen that sight too often, through the little window, at the time of the rosy hours of Mazenderan; and I cared only for what was being said next door, seeking for a hint how to act, what resolution to take.
"Go and peep through the little window!
Tell me what he looks like!"
We heard the steps being dragged against the wall.
"Up with you! ...
No! ... No, I will go up myself, dear!"
"Oh, very well, I will go up. Let me go!"
"Oh, my darling, my darling! ... How sweet of you! ...