"See me at nearly midnight? What about? Surely to-morrow morning would do?"
"I wanted to sleep well to-night."
Without a word, he led the way into his study, and lighted two more candles.
"Sit down," he commanded. "You look tired."
"I feel excited like, sir."
He examined her more attentively, noticing the dilation of her pupils, so marked as to alter her expression. Big black eyes seemed to be burning out of a white face, but he attributed this seeming pallor to an ill-lit room.
"What excites you, Fancy?"
"I sat with Alfred Yellam at the back of school-house amongst the young fellows."
"Well?"
"Before Alfred left me, he told me to tell you, sir, that the young fellows was not too well pleased with what Captain Davenant said. Alfred was real vexed at their remarks. He thought you did ought to know."