Christine simply took off her mask and said: ‘It is a tragedy, Raoul!”
He now saw her face and could not suppress a cry of surprise and shock. Gone as her fresh, glowing complexion. No longer a reflection of her tranquil disposition and untroubled conscience, her face - so charming and gentle in former days - was deadly pale. How anguished she looked now! Her features were cruelly furrowed by sorrow and her beautiful, limpid eyes - Little Lotte’s eyes - had become wells of deep, dark, unfathomable mystery and were bordered with terribly doleful shadows.