“To-morrow, my dear betrothed! And be happy, Raoul: I sang for you to-night!” He returned the next day. But those two days of absence had broken the charm of their delightful make-believe. They looked at each other, in the dressing-room, with their sad eyes, without exchanging a word. Raoul had to restrain himself not to cry out: “I am jealous! I am jealous! I am jealous!” But she heard him all the same.
