There seemed a strange stillness over everything; but as I listened I heard as if from down below in the valley the howling of many wolves. The Count’s eyes gleamed, and he said: “Listen to them—the children of the night. What music they make!” Seeing, I suppose, some expression in my face strange to him, he added: “Ah, sir, you dwellers in the city cannot enter into the feelings of the hunter.” (Begins as All Hallows Eve closes)