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On Saturday morning Comte Philippe looked across the breakfast table at his brother.

"She's only a little opera singer," Philippe said unhappily. "And she's very young. Are you still going to love her in ten, or twenty, years' time?"

"Don't do it, Raoul, please. All this talk about ghosts and phantoms. I think the girl is mad."

"Box 5 is free tonight for O. G. Daaé is singing Margarita. And here is 20,000 francs. Madame Giry can leave the money in Box 5 for him. Is that everything?" Monsieur Armand asked Monsieur Firmin.

"She's not mad, and I'm going to marry her," Raoul said.

There were two more unhappy faces in the Opera House, too. The directors now understood about O. G. They didn't want any more accidents.

"It's a lot of money," Monsieur Firmin said unhappily. He thought for a minute. "What about some flowers in Box 5? Madame Giry says that O. G. likes flowers."

Raoul drank his coffee and did not answer.

"O. G. can bring his own flowers!" shouted Monsieur Armand.

The evening began well. The chandelier was now back in place, with new ropes. All Paris was in the Opera House. Everybody wanted to hear Christine Daaé's voice again. People also knew about the love story between Christine Daaé and the Vicomte de Chagny. There are no love secrets in Paris! People watched the Comte and the Vicomte in Box 14 with interest. Young men from families like de Chagny do not marry opera singers.

The Opera House went mad. Everybody ran here and there, shouted and called. In the directors' office, people ran in and out. The police came, and asked questions. But nobody could answer the questions. Monsieur Armand got angry and shouted, and Monsieur Firmin told him to be quiet. Then Madame Giry arrived in the office with her daughter Meg.

When Christine came onto the stage, her face was white and she looked afraid. But she sang like an angel. Ah, what a voice! All Paris was in love with Christine Daaé.

She began to sing the famous love song. Suddenly, every light in the Opera House went out. For a second nobody moved or spoke. Then a woman screamed, and all the lights came on again.

But Christine Daaé was no longer on the stage! She was not behind the stage, she was not under the stage. Nobody could find her.

"Go away, woman!" Monsieur Armand shouted.

"Monsieur, there are three people missing now!" Madame Giry said. "Meg, tell the directors your story."

This was Meg's story.

"Yes? And then?" Monsieur Firmin said quickly. "What happened next?"

"When the lights went out, we were just behind the stage. We heard a scream -- I think it was Christine Daaé's voice. Then the lights came back on, but Christine wasn't there! We were very afraid, and we began to run back to our dressing room. There were people running everywhere! Then we saw the Vicomte de Chagny. His face was red and he was very angry. "Where's Christine? Where's Christine?" he shouted. Suddenly the Persian came up behind him and took his arm. He said something to the Vicomte and they went into Christine Daaé's dressing-room…"

"Nobody knows!" Meg's face was white. "We looked into Christine Daaé's dressing-room, but… but there was nobody there!"