They Sat Like that for a Moment in Silence"If I don't save her from the hands of that humbug," he said, aloud, as he went to bed, "she is lost.But I shall save her."He put out his lamp and felt a need to insult Erik in the dark.
Thrice over, he shouted:
"Humbug!...Humbug!...Humbug!"
But, suddenly, he raised himself on his elbow.A cold sweat poured from his temples.Two eyes, like blazing coals, had appeared at the foot of his bed.They stared at him fixedly, terribly, in the darkness of the night.
Raoul was no coward; and yet he trembled.He put out a groping, hesitating hand toward the table by his bedside.He found the matches and lit his candle.The eyes disappeared.
Still uneasy in his mind, he thought to himself:
"She told me that HIS eyes only showed in the dark.His eyes have disappeared in the light, but HE may be there still."And he rose, hunted about, went round the room.He looked under his bed, like a child.Then he thought himself absurd, got into bed again and blew out the candle.The eyes reappeared.
He sat up and stared back at them with all the courage he possessed.
Then he cried:
"Is that you, Erik? Man, genius, or ghost, is it you?"He reflected: "If it's he, he's on the balcony!"Then he ran to the chest of drawers and groped for his revolver.
He opened the balcony window, looked out, saw nothing and dosed the window again.He went back to bed, shivering, for the night was cold, and put the revolver on the table within his reach.
The eyes were still there, at the foot of the bed.Were they between the bed and the window-pane or behind the pane, that is to say, on the balcony? That was what Raoul wanted to know.
He also wanted to know if those eyes belonged to a human being.
...He wanted to know everything.Then, patiently, calmly, he seized his revolver and took aim.He aimed a little above the two eyes.
Surely, if they were eyes and if above those two eyes there was a forehead and if Raoul was not too clumsy...
The shot made a terrible din amid the silence of the slumbering house.
And, while footsteps came hurrying along the passages, Raoul sat up with outstretched arm, ready to fire again, if need be.
This time, the two eyes had disappeared.
Servants appeared, carrying lights; Count Philippe, terribly anxious:
"What is it?"
"I think I have been dreaming," replied the young man."I fired at two stars that kept me from sleeping.""You're raving! Are you ill? For God's sake, tell me, Raoul:
what happened?"
And the count seized hold of the revolver.
"No, no, I'm not raving...Besides, we shall soon see..."He got out of bed, put on a dressing-gown and slippers, took a light from the hands of a servant and, opening the window, stepped out on the balcony.
The count saw that the window had been pierced by a bullet at a man's height.Raoul was leaning over the balcony with his candle:
"Aha!" he said."Blood!...Blood!.....Here, there, more blood!
...That's a good thing! A ghost who bleeds is less dangerous!"he grinned.
"Raoul! Raoul! Raoul!"
The count was shaking him as though he were trying to waken a sleep-walker.
"But, my dear brother, I'm not asleep!" Raoul protested impatiently.
"You can see the blood for yourself.I thought I had been dreaming and firing at two stars.It was Erik's eyes...and here is his blood!...After all, perhaps I was wrong to shoot; and Christine is quite capable of never forgiving me....All this would not have happened if I had drawn the curtains before going to bed.""Raoul, have you suddenly gone mad? Wake up!""What, still? You would do better to help me find Erik...for, after all, a ghost who bleeds can always be found."The count's valet said:
"That is so, sir; there is blood on the balcony."The other man-servant brought a lamp, by the light of which they examined the balcony carefully.The marks of blood followed the rail till they reached a gutter-spout; then they went up the gutter-spout.
"My dear fellow," said Count Philippe, "you have fired at a cat.""The misfortune is," said Raoul, with a grin, "that it's quite possible.With Erik, you never know.Is it Erik?
Is it the cat? Is it the ghost? No, with Erik, you can't tell!"Raoul went on making this strange sort of remarks which corresponded so intimately and logically with the preoccupation of his brain and which, at the same time, tended to persuade many people that his mind was unhinged.The count himself was seized with this idea; and, later, the examining magistrate, on receiving the report of the commissary of police, came to the same conclusion.
"Who is Erik?" asked the count, pressing his brother's hand.
"He is my rival.And, if he's not dead, it's a pity."He dismissed the servants with a wave of the hand and the two Chagnys were left alone.But the men were not out of earshot before the count's valet heard Raoul say, distinctly and emphatically:
"I shall carry off Christine Daae to-night."This phrase was afterward repeated to M.Faure, the examining-magistrate.
But no one ever knew exactly what passed between the two brothers at this interview.The servants declared that this was not their first quarrel.Their voices penetrated the wall;and it was always an actress called Christine Daae that was in question.
At breakfast--the early morning breakfast, which the count took in his study--Philippe sent for his brother.Raoul arrived silent and gloomy.The scene was a very short one.Philippe handed his brother a copy of the Epoque and said:
"Read that!"
The viscount read:
