at night at cards very merry, but
the jest was Mr. W. Pen had left his sword in the coach, and so my boy
and he run out after the coach, and by very great chance did at the
Exchange meet with the coach and got his sword again. So to bed.
2nd. An invitation sent us before we were up from my Lady Sandwich's,
to come and dine with her: so at the office all the morning, and at noon
thither to dinner, where there was a good and great dinner, and the
company, Mr. William Montagu and his Lady (but she seemed so far from the
beauty that I expected her from my Lady's talk to be, that it put me into
an ill humour all the day, to find my expectation so lost), Mr. Rurttball
and Townsend and their wives. After dinner, borne by water, and so to
the office till night, and then I went forth, by appointment, to meet
with Mr. Grant, who promised to meet me at the Coffee-house to bring me
acquainted with Cooper the great limner in little, but they deceived me,
and so I went home, and there sat at my lute and singing til
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