vening. I intended to dine with Mr. Masham
to-day, and called at White's chocolate house to see if he was there.
Lord Wharton saw me at the door, and I saw him, but took no notice,
and was going away, but he came through the crowd, called after me, and
asked me how I did, etc. This was pretty; and I believe he wished every
word he spoke was a halter to hang me. Masham did not dine at home, so I
ate with a friend in the neighbourhood. The printer has not sent me the
second edition; I know not the reason, for it certainly came out to-day;
perhaps they are glutted with it already. I found a letter from Lord
Harley on my table, to tell me that his father desires I would make two
small alterations. I am going to be busy, etc.

2. Morning. See the blunder; I was making it the 37th day of the month,
from the number above. Well, but I am staying here for old Frowde, who
appointed to call this morning: I am ready dressed to go to church: I
suppose he dare not stir out but on Sundays.(1) The printer called early
this morning, told me the second edition went off yesterday in five
hours, and he must have a third ready to-morrow, for they might have
sold half another: his men are all at work with it, though it be
Sunday. This old fool will not come, and I shall miss church. Morrow,
sirrahs.--At night. I was at Court to-day: the Queen is well, and walked
through part of the rooms. I dined with the Secretary, and despatched
some business. He tells me the Dutch Envoy designs to complain of that
pamphlet. The noise it makes is extraordinary. It is fit it should
answer the pains I have been at about it. I suppose it will be printed
in Ireland. Some lay it to Prior, others to Mr. Secretary St. John, but
I am always the first they lay everything to. I'll go sleep, etc.

3. I have ordered Patrick not to let any odd fellow come up to me; and
a fellow would needs speak with me from Sir George Pretyman.(2) I had
never heard of him, and would not see the messenger: but at last it
proved that this Sir George has sold his estate, and is a beggar.
Smithers, the Farnham carrier, brought me this morning a letter from
your mother, with three papers enclosed of Lady Giffard's writing; one
owning some exchequer business of 100 pounds to be Stella's;(3) another
for 100 pounds that she has of yours, which I made over to you for
Mariston; and a third for 300 pounds; the last is on stamped paper. I
think they had better lie in England in some good hand til