midnight
They are well , at Mr. Inglefield 's . '' My wishes were eager to assent to the truth of these tidings . The better part of me was , then , safe : but how did they escape the fate that overtook my uncle ? How did they evade the destroying hatchet and the midnight conflagration ? These doubts were imparted in a tumultuous and obscure manner to my friend . He no sooner fully comprehended them , than he looked at me with some inquietude and surprise . `` Huntly , '' said he , `` are you mad ?