The voice was there, spoke to me with great sadness and told me plainly that, if I must bestow my heart on earth, there was nothing for the voice to do but to go back to Heaven.
I wish to Heaven it had! The next day, I went back to my dressing-room in a very pensive frame of mind. I was terrified lest it had gone for good. I called to it, but it did not reply I begged and entreated, but in vain. It asked what was the matter and I saw no reason for keeping our story secret or concealing the place which you filled in my heart. Unfortunately, the voice was there before me and soon noticed, by my air, that something had happened. I was so glad that I never thought of concealing my delight when I reached my dressing-room. It was then that I saw you for the first time one evening, in the house.
It said, `Wait and see: we shall astonish Paris!' And I waited and lived on in a sort of ecstatic dream. It was a curious thing, but, outside the dressing-room, I sang with my ordinary, every-day voice and nobody noticed anything. My progress, by the voice's own order, was kept a secret. I seemed to dread a sort of witchcraft behind it. In a few weeks' time, I hardly knew myself when I sang. The voice seemed to understand mine exactly, to know precisely where my father had left off teaching me. We were accompanied by a music which I do not know: it was behind the wall and wonderfully accurate. You have no idea, though you have heard the voice, of what those lessons were like. I agreed and never failed to keep the appointment which it gave me in my dressing-room. It asked leave to give me lessons every day.
I thought that it had finally come, and from that time onward, the voice and I became great friends. I had never got the Angel of Music whom my poor father had promised to send me as soon as he was dead. And it not only sang, but it spoke to me and answered my questions, like a real man's voice, with this difference, that it was as beautiful as the voice of an angel. I went out and looked everywhere but, as you know, my dressing-room is very much by itself and I could not find the voice outside my room, whereas it went on steadily inside. The first time I heard it, I thought, as you did, that that adorable voice was singing in another room. CHRISTINE: I had heard him for three months without seeing him.
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