Memory

It was Raoul! She had not misinterpreted the mysterious note Mme Giry had delivered. Years had passed, yet in this grown man's face she could recognize the eyes and smile of the boy who had rescued her scarf from the sea. Christine leapt up to embrace him, soon freeing herself from his arms in a sudden moment of modesty. They were no longer children, and it was not with a boy's eyes that he looked upon her now. "Little Lotte" he called her, just as her father had, and Christine felt more at home than she had in some time.