MEG: Where in the world have you been hiding? Really, you were perfect! I only wish I knew your secret! Who is your great tutor?
CHRISTINE: Father once spoke of an angel. I used to dream he'd appear. Now as I sing I can sense him and I know he's here Here in this room he calls me softly, somewhere inside hiding. Somehow I know he's always with me. He, the unseen genius.
MEG: Christine, you must have been dreaming. Stories like this can't come true. Christine, you're talking in riddles and it's not like you.
CHRISTINE: Angel of Music! Guide and guardian! Grant to me your glory!
MEG: Who is this angel? This...
BOTH: Angel of Music! Hide no longer! Secret and strange angel...
CHRISTINE: He's with me, even now
MEG: Your hands are cold
CHRISTINE: All around me
MEG: Your face, Christine, it's white
CHRISTINE: It frightens me
MEG: Don't be frightened
FIRMIN: Vicomte, I think we've made quite a discovery in Miss Daaé
ANDRE: Perhaps we could present her to you, dear Vicomte.
RAOUL: Gentlemen if you wouldn't mind. This is one visit I should prefer to make unaccompanied. Thank you.