midnight
I just stole downstairs to see how Ned was , when all at once some one rapped at the vestibule door . '' Tavia gazed upon Dorothy , pride and admiration beaming in her deep , hazel eyes . `` Oh , you need n't tell me , Doro , '' she interrupted . `` I saw the midnight marauder , as the poets say . Lucky for him he stood directly under the light . '' `` Was n't it -- was n't it kind of him to be -- so -- so anxious ? '' went on Dorothy , making fast her scarf picking up her pretty party-bag .