privately
printed), 1874, p. i.]

desiring that she might have that favour done her, or that he would
send her from whence she come: and that the King was angry and the
Queen discontented a whole day and night upon it; but that the King hath
promised to have nothing to do with her hereafter. But I cannot believe
that the King can fling her off so, he loving her too well: and so I
writ this night to my Lady to be my opinion; she calling her my lady,
and the lady I admire. Here I find that my Lord hath lost the garden to
his lodgings, and that it is turning into a tennis-court. Hence by water
to the Wardrobe to see how all do there, and so home to supper and to
bed.

27th (Lord's day). At church alone in the pew in the morning. In the
afternoon by water I carried my wife to Westminster, where she went to
take leave of her father,

[Mrs. Pepys's father was Alexander Marchant, Sieur de St. Michel, a
scion of a good family in Anjou. Having turned Huguenot at the age
of twenty-one, his father disinherited him, and he was left
penniless. He came over in the retinue of Henrietta Maria, on her
marriage with Charles I., as one of her Majesty's gentlemen carvers,
but the Queen dismissed him on finding out he was a Protestant and
did not go to mass. He described himself as being captain and major
of English troops in Italy and Flanders.--Wheatley's Pepys and the
World he lived in, pp. 6, 250. He was full of schemes; see
September 22nd, 1663, for account of his patent for curing smoky
chimneys.]

and I to walk in the Park, which is now every day more and more
pleasant, by the new works upon it. Here meeting with Laud Crispe, I
took him to the farther end, and sat under a tree in a corner, and there
sung some songs, he singing well, but no skill, and so would sing
false sometimes. Then took leave of him, and found my wife at my Lord's
lodging, and so took her home by water, and to supper in Sir W. Pen's
balcony, and Mrs. Keene with us, and then came my wife's brother, and
then broke up, and to bed.

28th. Up early, and by six o'clock, after my wife was ready, I walked
with her to the George, at Holborn Conduit, where the coach stood
ready to carry her and her maid to Bugden, but that not being ready, my
brother Tom staid with them to see them gone, and so I took a troubled
though willing goodbye, because of the bad condition of my house to have
a family in it. So