"Don't you think, Doctor, that those gentlemen had better clear the room?" asked Raoul coolly.  "There's no breathing here." 

 "You're quite right," said the doctor. 

 And he sent every one away, except Raoul and the maid, who looked at Raoul with eyes of the most undisguised astonishment. She had never seen him before and yet dared not question him; and the doctor imagined that the young man was only acting as he did because he had the right to. The viscount, therefore, remained in the room watching Christine as she slowly returned to life, while even the joint managers, Debienne and Poligny, who had come to offer their sympathy and congratulations, found themselves thrust into the passage among the crowd of dandies. The Comte de Chagny, who was one of those standing outside, laughed: 

 "Oh, the rogue, the rogue!"  And he added, under his breath: "Those youngsters with their school-girl airs! So he's a Chagny after all!" 

 He turned to go to Sorelli's dressing-room, but met her on the way, with her little troop of trembling ballet-girls, as we have seen. 

 Meanwhile, Christine Daae uttered a deep sigh, which was answered by a groan. She turned her head, saw Raoul and started. She looked at the doctor, on whom she bestowed a smile, then at her maid, then at Raoul again. 

 "Monsieur," she said, in a voice not much above a whisper, "who are you?" 

 "Mademoiselle," replied the young man, kneeling on one knee and pressing a fervent kiss on the diva's hand, "I AM THE LITTLE BOY WHO WENT INTO THE SEA TO RESCUE YOUR SCARF." 

 Christine again looked at the doctor and the maid; and all three began to laugh. 

 Raoul turned very red and stood up. 

 "Mademoiselle," he said, "since you are pleased not to recognize me, I should like to say something to you in private, something very important." 

 "When I am better, do you mind?"  And her voice shook.  "You have been very good." 

 "Yes, you must go," said the doctor, with his pleasantest smile. "Leave me to attend to mademoiselle." 

 "I am not ill now," said Christine suddenly, with strange and unexpected energy. 

 She rose and passed her hand over her 

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