He, too, was moved in the secret places of his being--moved to that ominous tumult of conflicting joy and pain which in the finer natures comes of music intensely heard.

He had been at concerts before, but had little anticipated that he would ever attend one in such a mood as was his to-night.

It seemed to him that he had not yet realised his happiness, that in his most rapturous moments he had rated it but poorly, unimaginatively.

The strong wings of that glorious wordless song bore him into a finer air, where his faculties of mind and heart grew unconditioned.

If it were possible to go back into the world endowed as in these moments! To the greatest man has come the same transfiguration, the same woe of foreseen return to limits.