One of the wolves had paused close at hand.
Knowing the dance was informal, as masquerade affairs must be, she was not surprised to be addressed in this manner.
"Then it was you who fled before me?" she laughed. "It seems that even a wolf may be frightened by a ghost."
"Quite true, fair wraith; but you are not the only ghost at this dance to-night."
"I have a sister ghost with me."
"It was not your sister I spoke of," growled the wolf. "There is still a third ghost present."
"Indeed? I have not seen——"
"I think you will later. For all of your awesome aspect I would entreat you to favor me with one dance were it not that something I cannot explain denies me the pleasure of dancing to-night."
"Why do you growl in that manner? Are you trying to disguise your voice? It is not necessary, for I know only my own friends at this dance."
"It is natural for wolves to growl," he retorted. "Although you know few here, it is possible you are known. I think I can describe you."