On the first landing, Sorelli ran against the Comte de Chagny, who was coming up-stairs.The count, who was generally so calm, seemed greatly excited.
"I was just going to you," he said, taking off his hat."Oh, Sorelli, what an evening! And Christine Daae: what a triumph!""Impossible!" said Meg Giry."Six months ago, she used to sing like a CROCK! But do let us get by, my dear count," continues the brat, with a saucy curtsey."We are going to inquire after a poor man who was found hanging by the neck."Just then the acting-manager came fussing past and stopped when he heard this remark.
"What!" he exclaimed roughly."Have you girls heard already?
Well, please forget about it for tonight--and above all don't let M.Debienne and M.Poligny hear; it would upset them too much on their last day."They all went on to the foyer of the ballet, which was already full of people.The Comte de Chagny was right; no gala performance ever equalled this one.All the great composers of the day had conducted their own works in turns.Faure and Krauss had sung; and, on that evening, Christine Daae had revealed her true self, for the first time, to the astonished and enthusiastic audience.Gounod had conducted the Funeral March of a Marionnette; Reyer, his beautiful overture to Siguar; Saint Saens, the Danse Macabre and a Reverie Orientale;Massenet, an unpublished Hungarian march; Guiraud, his Carnaval;Delibes, the Valse Lente from Sylvia and the Pizzicati from Coppelia.
Mlle.Krauss had sung the bolero in the Vespri Siciliani;and Mlle.Denise Bloch the drinking song in Lucrezia Borgia.
But the real triumph was reserved for Christine Daae, who had begun by singing a few passages from Romeo and Juliet.It was the first time that the young artist sang in this work of Gounod, which had not been transferred to the Opera and which was revived at the Opera Comique after it had been produced at the old Theatre Lyrique by Mme.Carvalho.Those who heard her say that her voice, in these passages, was seraphic; but this was nothing to the superhuman notes that she gave forth in the prison scene and the final trio in FAUST, which she sang in the place of La Carlotta, who was ill.
No one had ever heard or seen anything like it.
Daae revealed a new Margarita that night, a Margarita of a splendor, a radiance hitherto unsuspected.The whole house went mad, rising to its feet, shouting, cheering, clapping, while Christine sobbed and fainted in the arms of her fellow-singers and had to be carried to her dressing-room.A few subscribers, however, protested.
Why had so great a treasure been kept from them all that time?
Till then, Christine Daae had played a good Siebel to Carlotta's rather too splendidly material Margarita.And it had needed Carlotta's incomprehensible and inexcusable absence from this gala night for the little Daae, at a moment's warning, to show all that she could do in a part of the program reserved for the Spanish diva!
Well, what the subscribers wanted to know was, why had Debienne and Poligny applied to Daae, when Carlotta was taken ill? Did they know of her hidden genius? And, if they knew of it, why had they kept it hidden? And why had she kept it hidden? Oddly enough, she was not known to have a professor of singing at that moment.
She had often said she meant to practise alone for the future.
The whole thing was a mystery.
The Comte de Chagny, standing up in his box, listened to all this frenzy and took part in it by loudly applauding.Philippe Georges Marie Comte de Chagny was just forty-one years of age.
He was a great aristocrat and a good-looking man, above middle height and with attractive features, in spite of his hard forehead and his rather cold eyes.He was exquisitely polite to the women and a little haughty to the men, who did not always forgive him for his successes in society.He had an excellent heart and an irreproachable conscience.On the death of old Count Philibert, he became the head of one of the oldest and most distinguished families in France, whose arms dated back to the fourteenth century.
The Chagnys owned a great deal of property; and, when the old count, who was a widower, died, it was no easy task for Philippe to accept the management of so large an estate.His two sisters and his brother, Raoul, would not hear of a division and waived their claim to their shares, leaving themselves entirely in Philippe's hands, as though the right of primogeniture had never ceased to exist.
When the two sisters married, on the same day, they received their portion from their brother, not as a thing rightfully belonging to them, but as a dowry for which they thanked him.
The Comtesse de Chagny, nee de Moerogis de La Martyniere, had died in giving birth to Raoul, who was born twenty years after his elder brother.
At the time of the old count's death, Raoul was twelve years of age.
Philippe busied himself actively with the youngster's education.
He was admirably assisted in this work first by his sisters and afterward by an old aunt, the widow of a naval officer, who lived at Brest and gave young Raoul a taste for the sea.
The lad entered the Borda training-ship, finished his course with honors and quietly made his trip round the world.Thanks to powerful influence, he had just been appointed a member of the official expedition on board the Requin, which was to be sent to the Arctic Circle in search of the survivors of the D'Artoi's expedition, of whom nothing had been heard for three years.Meanwhile, he was enjoying a long furlough which would not be over for six months;and already the dowagers of the Faubourg Saint-Germain were pitying the handsome and apparently delicate stripling for the hard work in store for him.
