eleven o'clock
At any rate , he 'll sympathise . ' He went across Paris to the Gare du Nord , and caught the afternoon boat train to London . The sunshine glared up from the baking streets , but he never forgot that overhead , though invisible , the stars were shining all the time -- Starlight , the most tender and least suspected light in all the world , shining bravely even when obscured by the Interfering Sun , and the Pleiades , softest , sweetest little group among them all . And when at eleven o'clock he entered his St. James 's flat , he took a store of it shining in his heart , and therefore in his eyes . Only that was no difficult matter , for all the lamps far up the heights were lit and gleaming , and caught old mighty London in their gorgeous net . Think with passion That shall fashion Life 's entire design , well planned . _ Woman of the Haystack _ .