midnight
`` Amarilly , you little goose , do you suppose I am going to let you be exiled to a farm and lapse into the vernacular of the Boarder ? Now , buck up and trust to the judgment and affection of your twin brother . '' Amarilly , wondering but hopeful , `` bucked up , '' and they walked in silence to Carter 's , where Derry ordered a private dining-room and luncheon . Then : `` Now , listen my child , and you shall hear , not of the midnight ride of Paul Revere , but of the sad story of the life of your twin brother . My parents died when I was too young to grieve for them . They are only a faint memory . I had a cold-blooded , sensible guardian who put me into a boys ' school , from which I went to college , and then for a year in Paris .