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
Philippe Georges Marie Comte de Chagny was just forty–one years of age. He was a great aristocrat and a good–looking man, above middle height and with attractive features, in spite of his hard forehead and his rather cold eyes
The fireman’s name was Pampin
Joseph Buquet, the chief scene–shifter
Debienne and Poligny, the managers of the Opera, were giving a last gala performance to mark their retirement.
to–night I gave you my soul and I am dead!
mingling the glories of the past with the successes of the future
residing in one of the most mysterious corners of the Opera
kidnapping of Christine Daae, the disappearance of the Vicomte de Chagny and the death of his elder brother, Count Philippe, whose body was found on the bank of the lake that exists in the lower cellars of the Opera on the Rue–Scribe side