eleven o'clock
He was older and graver . There was also a wisdom in his eyes -- that steadfast wise look that comes to eyes which have looked too often on death . Mark Ruthine he knew , and him he distrusted , with that quiet keenness of observation which was his . `` Now , '' he said eagerly to Jem , `` what I thought we might do was to have a little breakfast and catch the eleven o'clock train up to town . If Ruthine will join us , I for one shall be very pleased . He wo n't mind our talking shop . '' Mark Ruthine was attending to the luggage , which was being piled upon a cab .