Were they animals or people or was it merely the ghostly hand of the wind that wove togetherall this rustling and crackling and whirring? He listened. It was the wind gently moving the treetops. No it wasn't it was people now he could see distinctly couples arm in arm who cameup from the lighted city to enliven the darkness with their perplexing presence. What were theyafter? He could not make out. They were not talking to each other because he heard no voices.All he could catch was the sound of their tread on the gravel and here and there the sight of theirfigures moving like shadows past some clear space between the trees always with their armsround each other like his mother and the baron in the moonlight.