For the _age des philosophes_, destiny seemed to be taking too large a part in the play.

This must be the very man with whom she had striven to embroil him! His servant's voice broke in on his thoughts.

'At what hour will your honour please to be called ?' he asked, as he carried off the laced coat and wig.
Soane stifled a groan.

'Called ?' he said.

'At half-past six.