By the time we got home it was night; and the next day, being the
first day of the week, I went in the afternoon to hear the minister
of Chinner, and this was the last time I ever went to hear any of
that function. After the sermon I went with him to his house, and
in a freedom of discourse, which, from a certain intimacy that was
between us, I commonly used with him, told him where I had been,
what company I had met with there, and what observations I had made
to myself thereupon. He seemed to understand as little of them as I
had done before, and civilly abstained from casting any unhandsome
reflections on them.

I had a desire to go to another meeting of the Quakers, and bade my
father's man inquire if there was any in the country thereabouts.
He thereupon told me he had heard at Isaac Penington's that there
was to be a meeting at High Wycombe on Thursday next.

Thither therefore I went, though it was seven miles from me; and
that I might be rather thought to go out a-coursing than to a
meeting, I let my greyhound run by my horse's side.

When I came there, and had set up my horse at an inn, I was at a
loss how to find the house where the meeting was to be. I knew it
not, and was ashamed to ask after it; wherefore, having ordered the
ostler to take care of my dog, I went into the street and stood at
the inn gate, musing with myself what course to take. But I had not
stood long ere I saw a horseman riding along the street, whom I
remembered I had seen before at Isaac Penington's, and he put up his
horse at the same inn. Him therefore I resolved to follow,
supposing he was going to the meeting, as indeed he was.