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." Then he rose and said.
"But you must be tired.

Your bedroom is all ready, and tomorrow you shall sleep as late as you will.

I have to be away till the afternoon, so sleep well and dream well!" With a courteous bow, he opened for me himself the door to the octagonal room, and I entered my bedroom.
I am all in a sea of wonders.