ay or
other bring us to some end in this dispute. At night I called up my
maids, and schooled Jane, who did answer me so humbly and drolly about
it, that though I seemed angry, I was much pleased with her and [my]
wife also. So at night to bed.

6th. At the office forenoon and afternoon till late at night, very busy
answering my Lord Treasurer's letter, and my mind troubled till we come
to some end with Sir J. Minnes about our lodgings, and so home. And
after some pleasant discourse and supper to bed, and in my dream much
troubled by being with Will. Swan, a great fanatic, my old acquaintance,
and, methought, taken and led up with him for a plotter, all our
discourse being at present about the late plots.

7th. Up and being by appointment called upon by Mr. Lee, he and I to the
Tower, to make our third attempt upon the cellar. And now privately the
woman, Barkestead's great confident, is brought, who do positively say
that this is the place which he did say the money was hid in, and where
he and she did put up the L50,000

[Thus in the MS., although the amount was first stated as L7,000
(see October 30th, 1662)]

in butter firkins; and the very day that he went out of England did
say that neither he nor his would be the better for that money, and
therefore wishing that she and hers might. And so left us, and we full
of hope did resolve to dig all over the cellar, which by seven o'clock
at night we performed. At noon we sent for a dinner, and upon the head
of a barrel dined very merrily, and to work again. Between times, Mr.
Lee, who had been much in Spain, did tell me pretty stories of the
customs and other things, as I asked him, of the country, to my great
content. But at last we saw we were mistaken; and after digging the
cellar quite through, and removing the barrels from one side to
the other, we were forced to pay our porters, and give over our
expectations, though I do believe there must be money hid somewhere by
him, or else he did delude this woman in hopes to oblige her to further
serving him, which I am apt to believe. Thence by coach to White Hall,
and at my Lord's lodgings did write a letter, he not being within, to
tell him how things went, and so away again, only hearing that Mrs.
Sarah is married, I did go up stairs again and joy her and kiss her, she
owning of it; and it seems it is to a cook. I am glad she is disposed
of, for she grows old, and is very painfull,--[painstaking]--and one
I