Eleven
o'clock
An hour here sufficed to close his diplomatic career and seal it hermetically . The clerk , however , would go on like Tennyson 's brook , for ever and for ever . Next he went to the residence of his banker in the König Strasse and got together all his available funds . Eleven o'clock found him in his rooms at the Grand Hotel , feverishly packing his trunk and bag . Paris ! He would go , also , even if they passed on to the remote ends of the world . The train stood waiting in the gloomy Bahnhof .