From Four to Eleven.  Saw Company.  Mr. Froths Opinion of Milton.  His Account of the Mohocks.  His Fancy for a Pin-cushion.  Picture in the Lid of his Snuff-box.  Old Lady Faddle promises me her Woman to cut my Hair.  Lost five Guineas at Crimp.

    Twelve a-Clock at Night.  Went to Bed.

    FRIDAY.  Eight in the Morning.  Abed.  Read over all Mr. Froths
    Letters.  Cupid and Veny.

    Ten a-Clock.  Stay’d within all day, not at home.

    From Ten to Twelve.  In Conference with my Mantua-Maker.  Sorted a
    Suit of Ribbands.  Broke my Blue China Cup.

    From Twelve to One.  Shut my self up in my Chamber, practised Lady
    Betty Modely’s Skuttle.

    One in the Afternoon.  Called for my flowered Handkerchief.  Worked
    half a Violet-Leaf in it.  Eyes aked and Head out of Order.  Threw by
    my Work, and read over the remaining Part of Aurenzebe.

    From Three to Four.  Dined.

From Four to Twelve.  Changed my Mind, dressed, went abroad, and play’d at Crimp till Midnight.  Found Mrs. Spitely at home.  Conversation:  Mrs. Brilliants Necklace false Stones.  Old Lady Loveday going to be married to a young Fellow that is not worth a Groat.  Miss Prue gone into the Country.  Tom Townley has red Hair.  Mem.  Mrs. Spitely whispered in my Ear that she had something to tell me about Mr. Froth, I am sure it is not true.

    Between Twelve and One.  Dreamed that Mr. Froth lay at my Feet, and
    called me Indamora. [3]

    SATURDAY.  Rose at Eight a-Clock in the Morning.  Sate down to my
    Toilet.

    From Eight to Nine.  Shifted a Patch for Half an Hour before I could
    determine it.  Fixed it above my left Eye-brow.

    From Nine to Twelve.  Drank my Tea, and dressed.

    From Twelve to Two.  At Chappel.  A great deal of good Company.  Mem. 
    The third Air in the new Opera.  Lady Blithe dressed frightfully.

    From Three to Four.  Dined.  Miss Kitty called upon me to go to the
    Opera before I was risen from Table.

    From Dinner to Six.  Drank Tea.  Turned off a Footman for being rude
    to Veny.

Six a-Clock.  Went to the Opera.  I did not see Mr. Froth till the beginning of the second Act.  Mr. Froth talked to a Gentleman in a black Wig.  Bowed to a Lady in the front Box.  Mr. Froth and his Friend clapp’d Nicolini in the third Act.  Mr. Froth cried out Ancora.  Mr. Froth led me to my Chair.  I think he squeezed my Hand.

    Eleven at Night.  Went to Bed.  Melancholy Dreams.  Methought Nicolini
    said he was Mr. Froth.

    SUNDAY.  Indisposed.

    MONDAY.  Eight a-Clock.  Waked by Miss Kitty.  Aurenzebe lay upon the
    Chair by me.  Kitty repeated without Book the Eight best Lines in the
    Play.  Went in our Mobbs to the dumb Man [4], according to
    Appointment.  Told me that my Lovers Name began with a G. Mem.  The
    Conjurer was within a Letter of Mr. Froths Name, &c.