gain walked to
Povy's, and there saw his new perspective in his closet. Povy, to my
great surprise and wonder, did here attacque me in his own and Mr.
Bland's behalf that I should do for them both for the new contractors
for the victualling of the garrison. Which I am ashamed that he should
ask of me, nor did I believe that he was a man that did seek benefit in
such poor things. Besides that he professed that he did not believe that
I would have any hand myself in the contract, and yet here declares that
he himself would have profit by it, and himself did move me that Sir W.
Rider might join, and Ford with Gauden. I told him I had no interest
in them, but I fear they must do something to him, for he told me that
those of the Mole did promise to consider him. Thence home and Creed
with me, and there he took occasion to owne his obligations to me, and
did lay down twenty pieces in gold upon my shelf in my closett, which
I did not refuse, but wish and expected should have been more. But,
however, this is better than nothing, and now I am out of expectation,
and shall henceforward know how to deal with him. After discourse of
settling his matters here, we went out by coach, and he 'light at the
Temple, and there took final leave of me, in order to his following my
Lord to-morrow. I to my Lord Chancellor, and discoursed his business
with him. I perceive, and he says plainly, that he will not have any man
to have it in his power to say that my Lord Chancellor did contrive the
wronging the King of his timber; but yet I perceive, he would be glad to
have service done him therein; and told me Sir G. Carteret hath told him
that he and I would look after his business to see it done in the best
manner for him. Of this I was glad, and so away. Thence home, and late
with my Tangier men about drawing up their agreement with us, wherein I
find much trouble, and after doing as much as we could to-night, broke
up and I to bed.

19th. Up, and to the office, where we sat all the morning. At noon
dined alone at home. After dinner Sir W. Batten and I down by water to
Woolwich, where coming to the ropeyarde we are told that Mr. Falconer,
who hath been ill of a relapse these two days, is just now dead. We
went up to his widow, who is sicke in bed also. The poor woman in great
sorrow, and entreats our friendship, which we shall, I think, in every
thing do for her. I am sure I will. Thence to the Docke, and there in
Sheldon's garden eat some fru