“If any one was in my way, my friend,” Christine broke in coldly, “if any one was in my way, that evening, it was yourself, since I told you to leave the room!” “Yes, so that you might remain with the other!” “What are you saying, monsieur?” asked the girl excitedly. “And to what other do you refer?” “To the man to whom you said, ‘I sing only for you! . . . to-night I gave you my soul and I am dead!’”
