eleven
o'clock
Suppose she were to pass through on one of the late night trains ! He could not rush through the sleepers , even though the trains stopped in Fossingford for water . Besides , she could not be identified by means of a gray suit , a sailor hat , and a purple parasol if they were tucked away in the berth . At eleven o'clock he was pacing the little depot platform , waiting for the eleven-ten train , the last he was to inspect for the night . He had eaten a scanty meal at the restaurant nearby , and was still mad about it . The station agent slept soundly at his post , and all the rest of the town had gone to bed . The train pulled in and out again , leaving him at the far end of the platform , mopping his harassed brow .