Monday 11 April 1664

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• N Todd Bernhardt on Wed 11 Apr 2007, 10:13pm

  No Monday meeting with the Duke? I wonder if it was because Sam’s still not feeling himself, or if the Duke had gone away for the Easter holiday?

• N cape henry on Wed 11 Apr 2007, 11:35pm

  Sam and the Duke had a rather detailed conversation a few days back, TB, but it also may well be that your surmise about the holiday is a part of it. And, too, the walk to the Duke’s might have been more than he wanted to undertake.

  I’m curious about the idea of his father coming to “lie” for the “discourse” mentioned, but who appears to stay only a while in the afternoon. Wonder if this short entry could have been begun at one time and finished another?

• N Ruben on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 12:40am

  “he gone I up to my morning’s work again”
  May I read this as “he gone, I went up to the third floor, where my office, to my morning’s work again”…

• N djc on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 12:45am

  preparing papers against [when] my father comes, to lie here for discourse about country business

  comma may help, laying papers out on a table ready for a meeting?

• N cape henry on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 01:22am

  The comma indeed helps, djc - thanks.

• N cumsalisgrano on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 02:36am

  Batten : What a time to take sick when he has leave from attending The House of Commons,

• N JWB on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 02:48am

  Pop had a painful hernia. He may have literally come to lie for discourse; then again, he may have intended to stay overnight.

• N Mary on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 06:42am

  “against my father comes to lie here…”

  The straightforward reading of this is that Sam prepares papers in anticipation of his father’s staying in the house so that the two men may discuss affairs at Brampton etc. Papa has not stayed overnight today, but probably plans to do so in the near future.

• N Robert Gertz on Thu 12 Apr 2007, 12:09pm

  “Lay long talking with my wife…”

  Ok, now he’s just playing with us. Come on, Sam…

  “So, Bess…What fantasy sexual adventure should I write in the Diary this week to jerk my future readers around?”

  “Hmmn…Well, not that fat Betty Lane and the chair again. Tis getting dull…Ummn… What about that Molly Bagwell? That bit we wrote last time was tantalizing…”

  “Bess? The lady’s devoted to her little William.”

  “All the more intriquing…” grin. “It’s not like she’s ever gonna read this…Just some voyeurs in the distant future. Hey, I want my boy to have a rep…Like Raoul.” Lick of lips at the name…

  “You and those novels… People may wind up believing some of this nonsense about me and my exploits you know…Never realizing it’s all the early morning doodling of a half-French would-be lady novelist. And me just an dutiful, extremely able, conscientious, if dull, naval administrator. Why can’t we do more about you and Sandwich or…”

  “Please you can’t even say the name without getting red…Pembleton, that dolt. Besides, it’s easier for me to envision you running around.”

  “Thank ye.”

  “Don’t mention it.”