eleven o'clock
She reassured Musa as to the violin , and the chauffeur as to the abandoned Gladstone bag containing the chauffeur 's personal effects , and herself as to many things . An hour and twenty minutes later the car , with three people in it , thickly dusted even to the eyebrows , drew up in the courtyard of Charing Cross railway station , and the motor-cycle was visible , its glaring red somewhat paled , in the Strand outside . The time was ten-fifteen . `` We shall take the eleven o'clock boat train for Paris , '' she said to Musa . `` You also ? '' She nodded . He was in heaven .