that a
porter is come, who found my tally in Holborne, and brings it him, for
which he gives him 20s.

29th (Lord's day). Lay long in bed with pleasure with my wife, with whom
I have now a great deal of content, and my mind is in other things also
mightily more at ease, and I do mind my business better than ever and am
more at peace, and trust in God I shall ever be so, though I cannot yet
get my mind off from thinking now and then of Deb., but I do ever since
my promise a while since to my wife pray to God by myself in my chamber
every night, and will endeavour to get my wife to do the like with me
ere long, but am in much fear of what she lately frighted me with about
her being a Catholique; and I dare not, therefore, move her to go
to church, for fear she should deny me; but this morning, of her own
accord, she spoke of going to church the next Sunday, which pleases me
mightily. This morning my coachman's clothes come home; and I like the
livery mightily, and so I all the morning at my chamber, and dined with
my wife, and got her to read to me in the afternoon, till Sir W. Warren,
by appointment, comes to me, who spent two hours, or three, with me,
about his accounts of Gottenburgh, which are so confounded, that I doubt
they will hardly ever pass without my doing something, which he desires
of me, and which, partly from fear, and partly from unwillingness to
wrong the King, and partly from its being of no profit to me, I am
backward to give way to, though the poor man do indeed deserve to be rid
of this trouble, that he hath lain so long under, from the negligence of
this Board. We afterwards fell to other talk, and he tells me, as
soon as he saw my coach yesterday, he wished that the owner might not
contract envy by it; but I told him it was now manifestly for my profit
to keep a coach, and that, after employments like mine for eight years,
it were hard if I could not be justly thought to be able to do that.

[Though our journalist prided himself not a little upon becoming
possessed of a carriage, the acquisition was regarded with envy and
jealousy by his enemies, as will appear by the following extract
from the scurrilous pamphlet, "A Hue and Cry after P. and H. and
Plain Truth (or a Private Discourse between P. and H.)," in which
Pepys and Hewer are severely handled: "There is one thing more you
must be mightily sorry for with all speed. Your presumption in your
coach, in