Lady Sandwich, who hath lain this
fortnight here at Deane Hodges's. Much company came hither to-day, my
Lady Carteret, &c., Sir William Wheeler and his lady, and, above all,
Mr. Becke, of Chelsy, and wife and daughter, my Lord's mistress, and one
that hath not one good feature in her face, and yet is a fine lady, of
a fine taille, and very well carriaged, and mighty discreet. I took all
the occasion I could to discourse with the young ladies in her company
to give occasion to her to talk, which now and then she did, and that
mighty finely, and is, I perceive, a woman of such an ayre, as I wonder
the less at my Lord's favour to her, and I dare warrant him she hath
brains enough to entangle him. Two or three houres we were in her
company, going into Sir H. Finche's garden, and seeing the fountayne,
and singing there with the ladies, and a mighty fine cool place it is,
with a great laver of water in the middle and the bravest place for
musique I ever heard. After much mirthe, discoursing to the ladies
in defence of the city against the country or court, and giving them
occasion to invite themselves to-morrow to me to dinner, to my venison
pasty, I got their mother's leave, and so good night, very well
pleased with my day's work, and, above all, that I have seen my Lord's
mistresse. So home to supper, and a little at my office, and to bed.

15th. Up and by appointment with Captain Witham (the Captain that
brought the newes of the disaster at Tangier, where my Lord Tiviott was
slain) and Mr. Tooker to Beares Quay, and there saw and more afterward
at the several grannarys several parcels of oates, and strange it is to
hear how it will heat itself if laid up green and not often turned. We
came not to any agreement, but did cheapen several parcels, and thence
away, promising to send again to them. So to the Victualling office, and
then home. And in our garden I got Captain Witham to tell me the whole
story of my Lord Tiviott's misfortune; for he was upon the guard with
his horse neare the towne, when at a distance he saw the enemy appear
upon a hill, a mile and a half off, and made up to them, and with much
ado escaped himself; but what became of my Lord he neither knows nor
thinks that any body but the enemy can tell. Our losse was about four
hundred. But he tells me that the greater wonder is that my Lord Tiviott
met no sooner with such a disaster; for every day he did commit himself
to more probable danger than this, for now