Midnight
`` Undoubtedly he was , '' said John . `` A burglar , I dare say , and you were fortunate , all of you , in not being stolen from your beds as you lay sleeping . '' `` Oh , we keep our doors locked , '' was Anna 's demure reply . `` Midnight , as I live ! '' he exclaimed , and was glad of an excuse for retiring , as he wished now to be alone . Anna had not asked him half what she had meant to ask concerning Charlie , but she would not keep him longer , and with a kiss upon his handsome brow she sent him away , herself holding the door a little ajar and listening to see what effect the new carpet would have upon him . It did not have any at first , so much was he absorbed in that man with the scar upon his temple .