The music grew louder and louder, and surged round me in waves of melody.

Evidently no one in the chapel heard it but myself.

I looked about for Heliobas, but he had not entered.

He was most probably in his study, whither he had retired to grieve in secret when we had borne Zara's body to its present couch of dreamless sleep.
These sounds were meant for me alone, then?
I waited, and the music gradually died away; and as I resumed my kneeling position by the bier all was again silence, save for the unabated raging of the storm.
A strange calmness now fell on my spirits.

Some invisible hand seemed to hold me still and tearless.