Daaé used to play to us in his hours of melancholy and of faith. The air was The Resurrection of Lazarus, which old Mr. I remembered all that Christine had told me of the Angel of Music.

But it had never been executed with such divine art, even by M. I was wondering what the reason could be, when I myself raised my head and everything within me seemed drawn toward the invisible, which was playing the most perfect music! Christine and I knew that music we had heard it as children. Daaé lift her eyes to the sky and stretch out her arms as though in ecstasy. She knelt down by her father's grave, made the sign of the cross and began to pray. But she must have been taken up with her intentions and I resolved not to disturb her. I was only surprised that she had not heard me walking behind her, for my footsteps were quite audible on the hard snow. Daaé's curious action in going out at that hour had worried me at first but, as soon as I saw her go to the churchyard, I thought that she meant to fulfill some pious duty on her father's grave and I considered this so natural that I recovered all my calmness. Physically and mentally, I had scarred him for life.” The bandages on his hands and wrists showed white and eerie in the candle-light, as I eased my skirts from his grasp. With a sigh of resignation I sat back on the bed and began to sing softly and before I had finished the first verse, he was asleep. The darkness he feared was in his own mind and there was no light in the universe powerful enough to take that darkness from him. 'īut I knew, as I looked at him, that it would have made no difference if I had left him fifty candles. 'You are not in the dark,' I said patiently. 'Don't go! Don't leave me here in the dark.' But when I stood up to go, he reacted with panic and clutched at my grown. He was silent then and when I showed him the new mask he accepted it without question and put it on hastily with his clumsy, bandaged fingers. As long as you wear it, no mirror can ever show you the face again.' 'Yes.' I bowed my head, so that our eyes no longer met. “Is the mask magic?' he demanded with sudden, passionate interest.

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