And he opened a door before me.

'This is my bedroom, if you care to see it.

It is rather curious.' His manners, his words, his attitude gave me confidence and I went in without hesitation.

I felt as if I were entering the room of a dead person.

The walls were all hung with black, but, instead of the white trimmings that usually set off that funereal upholstery, there was an enormous stave of music with the notes of the DIES IRAE, many times repeated.