eleven o'clock
She will suffer and I am indeed sorry , poor soul , but he -- he shall be happy . So good-bye , Pam . Remember your own father and mother , and understand . We go to Paris by the eleven o'clock train to-morrow , and thence -- to Arcadia , as your people used to say . My love to you . `` Brigit . '' Re-reading this letter , which she was far too self-engrossed to consider selfish , Brigit addressed it .