afterwards sit down discoursing of sea terms to learn of him. And he
being gone I went up and sat till twelve at night again to make an end of
my Lord's accounts, as I did the last night. Which at last I made a good
end of, and so to bed.

DIARY OF SAMUEL PEPYS.
DECEMBER
1660

December 1st. This morning, observing some things to be laid up not as
they should be by the girl, I took a broom and basted her till she cried
extremely, which made me vexed, but before I went out I left her appeased.
So to Whitehall, where I found Mr. Moore attending for me at the Privy
Seal, but nothing to do to-day. I went to my Lord St. Albans lodgings,
and found him in bed, talking to a priest (he looked like one) that leaned
along over the side of the bed, and there I desired to know his mind about
making the catch stay longer, which I got ready for him the other day. He
seems to be a fine civil gentleman. To my Lord's, and did give up my
audit of his accounts, which I had been then two days about, and was well
received by my Lord. I dined with my Lord and Lady, and we had a venison
pasty. Mr. Shepley and I went into London, and calling upon Mr. Pinkney,
the goldsmith, he took us to the tavern, and gave us a pint of wine, and
there fell into our company old Mr. Flower and another gentleman; who tell
us how a Scotch knight was killed basely the other day at the Fleece in
Covent Garden, where there had been a great many formerly killed. So to
Paul's Churchyard, and there I took the little man at Mr. Kirton's and Mr.
Shepley to Ringstead's at the Star, and after a pint of wine I went home,
my brains somewhat troubled with so much wine, and after a letter or two
by the post I went to bed.