I
walked again. And then met the ladies, and were showed the whole house
by Mr. Marriott; which is indeed nobly furnished, particularly the
Queen's bed, given her by the States of Holland; a looking-glass sent by
the Queen-mother from France, hanging in the Queen's chamber, and many
brave pictures. So to Mr. Marriott's, and there we rested ourselves and
drank. And so to barge again, and there we had good victuals and wine,
and were very merry; and got home about eight at night very well. So
my wife and I took leave of my Ladies, and home by a hackney-coach, the
easiest that ever I met with, and so to bed.

14th. All the morning at Westminster and elsewhere about business, and
dined at the Wardrobe; and after dinner, sat talking an hour or two
alone with my Lady. She is afeard that my Lady Castlemaine will keep
still with the King, and I am afeard she will not, for I love her well.
Thence to my brother's, and finding him in a lie about the lining of my
new morning gown, saying that it was the same with the outside, I was
very angry with him and parted so. So home after an hour stay at Paul's
Churchyard, and there came Mr. Morelock of Chatham, and brought me a
stately cake, and I perceive he has done the same to the rest, of which
I was glad; so to bed.

15th. To Westminster; and at the Privy Seal I saw Mr. Coventry's seal
for his being Commissioner with us, at which I know not yet whether to
be glad or otherwise. So doing several things by the way, I walked home,
and after dinner to the office all the afternoon. At night, all the
bells of the town rung, and bonfires made for the joy of the Queen's
arrival, who came and landed at Portsmouth last night. But I do not see
much thorough joy, but only an indifferent one, in the hearts of people,
who are much discontented at the pride and luxury of the Court, and
running in debt.

16th. Up early, Mr. Hater and I to the office, and there I made an end
of my book of contracts which I have been making an abstract of. Dined
at home, and spent most of the day at the office. At night to supper and
bed.

17th. Upon a letter this morning from Mr. Moore, I went to my cozen
Turner's chamber, and there put him drawing a replication to Tom Trice's
answer speedily. So to Whitehall and there met Mr. Moore, and I walked
long in Westminster Hall, and thence with him to the Wardrobe to dinner,
where dined Mrs. Sanderson, the mother of the maids, and after dinner
my Lady and she and I on f