eleven
o'clock
Her brother had gone to their country place on the southern coast . She and her friend , Edith Metford , were going that day . Their luggage was already at the station . Would I send on what I required for a short visit , and meet them at eleven o'clock on the bridge over the Serpentine ? It was enough for me . I packed a large portmanteau hastily , sent it to Charing Cross , and spent the time at my disposal in the park , which was close to my hotel . Although the invitation I had received gave me pleasure , I could not altogether remove from my mind a vague sense of disquietude concerning Herbert Brande and his Society .