He tried to make audible inquiries of what was required of him.
Lincoln was shouting in his ear, but Graham was deafened to that.

All the others save the woman gesticulated towards the hall.

He perceived what had happened to the uproar.

The whole mass of people was chanting together.

It was not simply a song, the voices were gathered together and upborne by a torrent of instrumental music, music like the music of an organ, a woven texture of sounds, full of trumpets, full of flaunting banners, full of the march and pageantry of opening war.