long with them, and in our way called on my uncle Fenner (where I have
not been these 12 months and more) and advised with him, and then to my
brother, who lies in bed talking idle. He could only say that he knew
me, and then fell to other discourse, and his face like a dying man,
which Mrs. Turner, who was here, and others conclude he is. The company
being gone, I took the mayde, which seems a very grave and serious
woman, and in W. Joyce's company' did inquire how things are with her
master. She told me many things very discreetly, and said she had all
his papers and books, and key of his cutting house, and showed me a bag
which I and Wm. Joyce told, coming to L5 14s. 0d., which we left with
her again, after giving her good counsel, and the boys, and seeing a
nurse there of Mrs. Holden's choosing, I left them, and so walked home
greatly troubled to think of my brother's condition, and the trouble
that would arise to me by his death or continuing sick. So at home, my
mind troubled, to bed.

14th. Up, and walked to my brother's, where I find he hath continued
talking idly all night, and now knows me not; which troubles me
mightily. So I walked down and discoursed a great while alone with the
mayde, who tells me many passages of her master's practices, and how she
concludes that he has run behind hand a great while and owes money,
and has been dunned by several people, among others by one Cave, both
husband and wife, but whether it was for--[See April 6th]--money or
something worse she knows not, but there is one Cranburne, I think she
called him, in Fleete Lane with whom he hath many times been mighty
private, but what their dealings have been she knows not, but believes
these were naught, and then his sitting up two Saturday nights one after
another when all were abed doing something to himself, which she now
suspects what it was, but did not before, but tells me that he hath been
a very bad husband as to spending his time, and hath often told him of
it, so that upon the whole I do find he is, whether he lives or dies, a
ruined man, and what trouble will befall me by it I know not. Thence
to White Hall; and in the Duke's chamber, while he was dressing, two
persons of quality that were there did tell his Royal Highness how the
other night, in Holborne, about midnight, being at cards, a link-boy
come by and run into the house, and told the people the house was
a-falling. Upon this the whole family was frighted, concluding