away in a manner I never saw her, nor which I could
ever endure. So I away to the office, though
she had dressed herself to go see my Lady Sandwich.
She by and by in a rage follows me, and coming to
me tells me in spitefull manner like a vixen and with
a look full of rancour that she would go buy a new
one and lace it and make me pay for it, and then let
me burn it if I would after she had done it, and so
went away in a fury. This vexed me cruelly,
but being very busy I had, not hand to give myself
up to consult what to do in it, but anon, I suppose
after she saw that I did not follow her, she came
again to the office, where I made her stay, being
busy with another, half an houre, and her stomach coming
down we were presently friends, and so after my business
being over at the office we out and by coach to my
Lady Sandwich’s, with whom I left my wife, and
I to White Hall, where I met Mr. Delsety, and after
an hour’s discourse with him met with nobody
to do other business with, but back again to my Lady,
and after half an hour’s discourse with her to
my brother’s, who I find in the same or worse
condition. The doctors give him over and so
do all that see him. He talks no sense two, words
together now; and I confess it made me weepe to see
that he should not be able, when I asked him, to say
who I was. I went to Mrs. Turner’s, and
by her discourse with my brother’s Doctor, Mr.
Powell, I find that she is full now of the disease
which my brother is troubled with, and talks of it
mightily, which I am sorry for, there being other company,
but methinks it should be for her honour to forbear
talking of it, the shame of this very thing I confess
troubles me as much as anything. Back to my
brother’s and took my wife, and carried her to
my uncle Fenner’s and there had much private
discourse with him. He tells me of the Doctor’s
thoughts of my brother’s little hopes of recovery,
and from that to tell me his thoughts long of my brother’s
bad husbandry, and from that to say that he believes
he owes a great deal of money, as to my cozen Scott
I know not how much, and Dr. Thos. Pepys L30,
but that the Doctor confesses that he is paid L20
of it, and what with that and what he owes my father
and me I doubt he is in a very sad condition, that
if he lives he will not be able to show his head,
which will be a very great shame to me. After
this I went in to my aunt and my wife and Anthony
Joyce and his wife, who were by chance there, and
drank and so home, my mind and head troubled, but I
hope it will [be] over in a little time one way or
other. After doing a little at my office of
business I home to supper and to bed. From notice
that my uncle Fenner did give my father the last week
of my brother’s condition, my mother is coming
up to towne, which also do trouble me. The business
between my Lords Chancellor and Bristoll, they say,
is hushed up; and the latter gone or going, by the
King’s licence, to France.