"Wolves!" cried the Baron.
Their music broke forth in one raging burst, seeming to come from everywhere.
"Hundreds of wolves," said the Hamburg merchant, who was a man of strong imagination.
Moved by some impulse which she could not have explained, the Baroness left her guests and made her way to the narrow, cheerless room where the old governess lay watching the hours of the drying year slip by. In spite of the biting cold of the winter night, the window stood open. With a scandalised exclamation on her lips, the Baroness rushed forward to close it.
"Leave it open," said the old woman in a voice that for all its weakness carried an air of command such as the Baroness had never heard before from her lips.
"But you will die of cold!" she expostulated.
"I am dying in any case," said th
