of it.
I dined with Sir Matthew Dudley, who, I doubt, will soon lose his
employment.

12. Morning. I am going to hunt out old Frowde, and to do some business
in the City. I have not yet called to Patrick to know whether it be
fair.--It has been past dropping these two days. Rainy weather hurts my
pate and my purse. He tells me 'tis very windy, and begins to look dark;
woe be to my shillings! an old saying and a true,

Few fillings,
Many shillings.

If the day be dark, my purse will be light.

To my enemies be this curse,
A dark day and a light purse.

And so I'll rise, and go to my fire, for Patrick tells me I have a
fire; yet it is not shaving-day, nor is the weather cold; this is too
extravagant. What is become of Dilly? I suppose you have him with you.
Stella is just now showing a white leg, and putting it into the slipper.
Present my service to her, and tell her I am engaged to the Dean, and
desire she will come too: or, Dingley, can't you write a note? This is
Stella's morning dialogue, no, morning speech I mean.--Morrow, sirrahs,
and let me rise as well as you; but I promise you Walls can't dine with
the Dean to-day, for she is to be at Mrs. Proby's just after dinner, and
to go with Gracy Spencer(17) to the shops to buy a yard of muslin, and a
silver lace for an under petticoat. Morrow again, sirrahs.--At night. I
dined with Stratford in the City, but could not finish my affairs with
him; but now I am resolved to buy five hundred pounds South Sea Stock,
which will cost me three hundred and eighty ready money; and I will make
use of the bill of a hundred pounds you sent me, and transfer Mrs. Walls
over to Hawkshaw; or if she dislikes it, I will borrow a hundred pounds
of the Secretary, and repay her. Three shillings coach-hire to-day.
I have spoken to Frowde's brother to get me the lowest price of the
estate, to tell Mrs. Masham.

13. I dined privately with a friend to-day in the neighbourhood. Last
Saturday night I came home, and the drab had just washed my room, and
my bed-chamber was all wet, and I was forced to go to bed in my own
defence, and no fire: I was sick on Sunday, and now have got a swingeing
cold. I scolded like a dog at Patrick, although he was out with me: I
detest washing of rooms; can't they wash them in a morning, and make
a fire, and leave open the windows? I slept not a wink last night for
hawking(18) and spitting: and now everybody has colds. Here's a clutter:
I'