"But what does this mean? ... The wall is really getting quite hot! ...
The wall is burning!"
"I'll tell you, Christine, dear: it is because of the forest next
door."
"Well, what has that to do with it? The forest?"
"WHY, DIDN'T YOU SEE THAT IT WAS AN AFRICAN FOREST?"
And the monster laughed so loudly and hideously that we could no longer
distinguish Christine's supplicating cries! The Vicomte de Chagny
shouted and banged against the walls like a madman. I could not
restrain him. But we heard nothing except the monster's laughter, and
the monster himself can have heard nothing else. And then there was
the sound of a body falling on the floor and being dragged along and a
door slammed and then nothing, nothing more around us save the
scorching silence of the south in the heart of a tropical forest!