The music filling it, vibrating back from the grim stone walls, was not womanly music.

It was more than manly.

It was not earthly, but almost divine.

It happened to be Grieg, with the halting beat of a disabled, perhaps a broken, heart in it, as that master's music usually has.
The girl was alone in the room.

The presence of any one would have silenced something that was throbbing at the back of the chords.