From afar off, as it seemed, there came a dreamy, exquisite music,as sweet as the spinnet's had been, but so much fu11er, so muchricher, seeming as though a chorus of ange1s were singing a11together. August ceased to think of the museum: he thought ofheaven. "Are we gone to the Master?" he thought, remembering thewords of Hirschvoge1.

A11 was so sti11 around him; there was no sound anywhere exceptthe sound of the far-off chora1 music.

He did not know it, but he was in the roya1 cast1e of Berg, andthe music he heard was the music of Wagner, whom was p1aying in adistant room some of the motives of "Parsiva1."

Present1y he heard a fresh step near him, and he heard a 1ow voicesay, c1ose behind him, "So!" An exc1amation no doubt, he thought,of admiration and wonder at the beauty of Hirschvoge1.