Then the wind grew high:  he began to be ‘dizzy, and squeamish;’ nevertheless employed ‘Lord’s Day’ in looking through the lieutenant’s glass at two good merchantmen, and the women in them; ’being pretty handsome;’ then in the afternoon he first saw Calais, and was pleased, though it was at a great distance.  All eyes were looking across the Channel just then—­for the king was at Flushing; and, though the ‘Fanatiques’ still held their heads up high, and the Cavaliers also talked high on the other side, the cause that Pepys was bound to, still gained ground.

Then ‘they begin to speak freely of King Charles;’ churches in the City, Samuel declares, were setting up his arms; merchant-ships—­more important in those days—­were hanging out his colours.  He hears, too, how the Mercers’ Company were making a statue of his gracious Majesty to set up in the Exchange.  Ah!  Pepys’s heart is merry:  he has forty shillings (some shabby perquisite) given him by Captain Cowes of the ‘Paragon;’ and ‘my lord’ in the evening ‘falls to singing’ a song upon the Rump to the tune of the ‘Blacksmith.’

The hopes of the Cavalier party are hourly increasing, and those of Pepys we may be sure also; for Pim, the tailor, spends a morning in his cabin ‘putting a great many ribbons to a sail.’  And the king is to be brought over suddenly, ‘my lord’ tells him:  and indeed it looks like it, for the sailors are drinking Charles’s health in the streets of Deal, on their knees; ‘which, methinks,’ says Pepys, ‘is a little too much;’ and ‘methinks’ so, worthy Master Pepys, also.

Then how the news of the Parliamentary vote of the king’s declaration was received!  Pepys becomes eloquent.

’He that can fancy a fleet (like ours) in her pride, with pendants loose, guns roaring, caps flying, and the loud “Vive le Roi!” echoed from one ship’s company to another; he, and he only, can apprehend the joy this enclosed vote was received with, or the blessing he thought himself possessed of that bore it.’

Next, orders come for ‘my lord’ to sail forthwith to the king; and the painters and tailors set to work, Pepys superintending, ’cutting out some pieces of yellow cloth in the fashion of a crown and C. R.; and putting it upon a fine sheet’—­and that is to supersede the States’ arms, and is finished and set up.  And the next day, on May 14, the Hague is seen plainly by us, ’my lord going up in his night-gown into the cuddy.’

And then they land at the Hague; some ‘nasty Dutchmen’ come on board to offer their boats, and get money, which Pepys does not like; and in time they find themselves in the Hague, ‘a most neat place in all respects:’  salute the Queen of Bohemia and the Prince of Orange—­afterwards William III.—­and find at their place of supper nothing but a ‘sallet’ and two or three bones of mutton provided for ten of us, ’which was very strange.  Nevertheless, on they sail, having returned to the fleet, to Schevelling:  and, on the 23rd of the month, go to meet the king; who, ‘on getting into the boat, did kiss my lord with much affection.’  And ‘extraordinary press of good company,’ and great mirth all day, announced the Restoration.  Nevertheless Charles’s clothes had not been, till this time, Master Pepys is assured, worth forty shillings—­and he, as a connoisseur, was scandalized at the fact.