[RAOUL:]
Madame Giry. Wait!
[GIRY:]
Please, Monsieur, I don't know more than anyone else
[RAOUL:]
That's not true
[GIRY:]
Monsieur, don't ask. There have been too many accidents
[RAOUL:]
Accidents?! Please, Madame Giry, for all our sakes
[GIRY:]
Very well. It was years ago. There was a travelling fair in the city, Gypsies
I was very young, studying to be a ballerina
One of many living in the dormitory of the opera house
I hid him from the world and its cruelties
He has known nothing else of life since then
As if this opera house, it was his playground and, now, his artistic domain
He's a genius. He's an architect and designer
He's a composer and a magician. A genius, monsieur
[RAOUL:]
Clearly, Madame Giry, genius has turned to madness