From his
shoulders hung an immense red-velvet cloak, which trailed along the
floor like a king's train; and on this cloak was embroidered, in gold
letters, which every one read and repeated aloud, "Don't touch me! I
am Red Death stalking abroad!" Then one, greatly daring, did try to touch him ... but a skeleton hand
shot out of a crimson sleeve and violently seized the rash one's wrist;
and he, feeling the clutch of the knucklebones, the furious grasp of
Death, uttered a cry of pain and terror. When Red Death released him
at last, he ran away like a very madman, pursued by the jeers of the
bystanders. It was at this moment that Raoul passed in front of the funereal
masquerader, who had just happened to turn in his direction. And he
nearly exclaimed:

"The death's head of Perros-Guirec!" He had recognized him! ... He wanted to dart forward, forgetting
Christine; but the black domino, who also seemed a prey to some strange
excitement, caught him by the arm and dragged him from the crush-room,
far from the mad crowd through which Red Death was stalking... The black domino kept on turning back and, apparently, on two occasions
saw something that startled her, for she hurried her pace and Raoul's
as though they were being pursued. They went up two floors. Here, the stairs and corridors were almost
deserted. The black domino opened the door of a private box and
beckoned to the white domino to follow her. Then Christine, whom he
recognized by the sound of her voice, closed the door behind them and
warned him, in a whisper, to remain at the back of the box and on no
account to show himself. Raoul took off his mask. Christine kept hers
on. And, when Raoul was about to ask her to remove it, he was
surprised to see her put her ear to the partition and listen eagerly
for a sound outside. Then she opened the door ajar, looked out into
the corridor and, in a low voice, said:

"He must have gone up higher." Suddenly she exclaimed:  "He is coming
down again!" She tried to close the door, but Raoul prevented her; for he had seen,
on the top step of the staircase that led to the floor above, A RED
FOOT, followed by another ... and slowly, majestically, the whole
scarlet dress of Red Death met his eyes. And he once more saw the
death's head of Perros-Guirec. "It's he!" he exclaimed. "This time, he shall not escape me! ..."

But Christian{sic} had slammed the door at the moment when Raoul was on
the point of rushing out. He tried to push her aside. "Whom do you mean by 'he'?" she asked, in a changed voice. "Who shall
not escape you?" Raoul tried to overcome the girl's resistance by force, but she
repelled him with a strength which he would not have suspected in her. He understood, or thought he understood, and at once lost his temper. "Who?" he repeated angrily. "Why, he, the man who hides behind that
hideous mask of death! ... The evil genius of the churchyard at Perros! ... Red Death! ... In a word, madam, your friend ...  your Angel of
Music! ... But I shall snatch off his mask, as I shall snatch off my
own; and, this time, we shall look each other in the face, he and I,
with no veil and no lies between us; and I shall know whom you love and
who loves you!" He burst into a mad laugh, while Christine gave a disconsolate moan
behind her velvet mask. With a tragic gesture, she flung out her two
arms, which fixed a barrier of white flesh against the door. "In the name of our love, Raoul, you shall not pass! ..."

He stopped. What had she said? ... In the name of their love? ...
Never before had she confessed that she loved him. And yet she had had
opportunities enough ...  Pooh, her only object was to gain a few
seconds! ... She wished to give the Red Death time to escape ...  And,
in accents of childish hatred, he said:

"You lie, madam, for you do not love me and you have never loved me! What a poor fellow I must be to let you mock and flout me as you have
done! Why did you give me every reason for hope, at Perros ...  for
honest hope, madam, for I am an honest man and I believed you to be an
honest woman, when your only intention was to deceive me! Alas, you
have deceived us all! You have taken a shameful advantage of the
candid affection of your benefactress herself, who continues to believe
in your sincerity while you go about the Opera ball with Red Death! ... I despise you! ..."

And he burst into tears. She allowed him to insult her. She thought
of but one thing, to keep him from leaving the box. "You will beg my pardon, one day, for all those ugly words, Raoul, and
when you do I shall forgive you!" He shook his head. "No, no, you have driven me mad! When I think that
I had only one object in life:  to give my name to an opera wench!" "Raoul! ... How can you?" "I shall die of shame!" "No, dear, live!" said Christine's grave and changed voice. "And ...
good-by. Good-by, Raoul ..."

The boy stepped forward, staggering as he went. He risked one more
sarcasm:

"Oh, you must let me come and applaud you from time to time!" "I shall never sing again, Raoul! ..."

"Really?" he replied, still more satirically. "So he is taking you off
the stage:  I congratulate you! ... But we shall meet in the Bois, one
of these evenings!" "Not in the Bois nor anywhere, Raoul:  you shall not see me again ..."

"May one ask at least to what darkness you are returning? ... For what
hell are you leaving, mysterious lady ... or for what paradise?" "I came to tell you, dear, but I can't tell you now ... you would not
believe me! You have lost faith in me, Raoul; it is finished!" She spoke in such a despairing voice that the lad began to feel remorse
for his cruelty. "But look here!" he cried. "Can't you tell me what all this means! ...  You are free, there is no one to interfere with you...  You go
about Paris ...  You put on a domino to come to the ball...  Why do you
not go home? ... What have you been doing this past fortnight? ... What
is this tale about the Angel of Music, which you have been telling
Mamma Valerius? Some one may have taken you in, played upon your
innocence. I was a witness of it myself, at Perros ... but you know
what to believe now! You seem to me quite sensible, Christine. You
know what you are doing ...  And meanwhile Mamma Valerius lies waiting
for you at home and appealing to your 'good genius!' ... Explain
yourself, Christine, I beg of you! Any one might have been deceived as
I was. What is this farce?" Christine simply took off her mask and said:  "Dear, it is a tragedy!" Raoul now saw her face and could not restrain an exclamation of
surprise and terror. The fresh complexion of former days was gone. A
mortal pallor covered those features, which he had known so charming
and so gentle, and sorrow had furrowed them with pitiless lines and
traced dark and unspeakably sad shadows under her eyes. "My dearest! My dearest!" he moaned, holding out his arms. "You
promised to forgive me ..."

"Perhaps! ... Some day, perhaps!"