eleven o'clock
She knew by his hurried , distracted air as he entered the dining-room that something had gone wrong . He had just got a telegram from home . His mother had been thrown from her carriage and hurt ; a concussion of some sort , and she was unconscious . He was leaving for St. Louis that night on the eleven o'clock train . He had a great deal to attend to during the day . He would come that evening , if he might , and stay with her until train time , while she was doing her packing . Scarcely waiting for her consent , he hurried away .