four o'clock
Well ; there was no more to be got that morning . I was in and out for a little , again in two minds as to what to do . His Royal Highness went through the antechamber at one time -LRB- to meet M. Barillon , as I saw presently , and conduct him to the King 's chamber -RRB- , a little before dinner , but at such a quickness , and with such sorrow in his face that I dared not speak to him . I went back to dinner ; and fell asleep afterwards in my chair , so greatly was I wearied out with anxiety ; and did not wake till near four o'clock . Then , thank God ! I did awake ; and , with all speed went again to His Majesty 's lodgings ; and this time , guided , I suppose , by Divine Providence , for I had no clear intention in what I did , I went up the private way , through the King 's closet where I found no one , down the steps , and so into the little chamber where I had talked with Mr. Chiffinch on the first morning of His Majesty 's distemper . The chamber was empty ; but immediately after I had entered -- first knocking , and getting no answer -- who should come through , his face all distorted with sorrow , but Mr. Chiffinch himself !