eleven o'clock
The stout man , ceasing to be silent , became interrogative . ` Uh ? ' ` Take me to the station . I must catch the eleven o'clock train . ' The stout man was not a rapid thinker . He enveloped her in a stodgy gaze . It was only too plain to Elizabeth that he was a man who liked to digest one idea slowly before going on to absorb the next .