eleven o'clock
I really am in such confusion that I hardly know what I am about . M. Dubreuil has gone to the wool-fair at Pontoise ; I have , therefore , no one to turn to for advice and assistance but you and Marie . Clara sends her best love to her very dear adopted sister , and anxiously expects her arrival . Try to be with us by eleven o'clock , to luncheon . `` Ever yours most sincerely , `` F. DUBREUIL . '' `` What can possibly be the matter ? '' asked Madame Georges of Fleur-de-Marie ; `` fortunately the tone of Madame Dubreuil 's letter is not calculated to cause alarm . ''