Thursday 29 March 1666
All the morning hard at the office. At noon dined and then out to Lumbard Streete, to look after the getting of some money that is lodged there of mine in Viner’s hands, I having no mind to have it lie there longer. So back again and to the office, where and at home about publique and private business and accounts till past 12 at night, and so to bed. This day, poor Jane, my old, little Jane, came to us again, to my wife’s and my great content, and we hope to take mighty pleasure in her, she having all the marks and qualities of a good and loving and honest servant, she coming by force away from the other place, where she hath lived ever since she went from us, and at our desire, her late mistresse having used all the stratagems she could to keepe her.
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Lawrence • Link
So look's like Jane's coming back? well that's Turkey off the menu Master Pepys' and she doesn't go much on the tash's either, still she some how lifts the Pepys' household, bless!
cgs • Link
Oh! 'wat' a to do, "...I having no mind to have it [muney] lie there longer..." buy some land ,take a position in bottomry, buy some 'toxic' assets, loan it to some landless Leveller, or buy into soap maker factory, or loan a few coins to an orange seller to double my gains?????
Why not buy another famous painting of 'meself' for future posterity.
Terry Foreman • Link
"This day, poor Jane, my old, little Jane, came to us again"
2 February 1662/63 Jane left, 'twas a tearful departure.
http://www.pepysdiary.com/diary/1…
Robert Gertz • Link
Must have cost Jame some grief to return, given poor Wayneman's fate.
? "...she coming by force away from the other place, where she hath lived ever since she went from us, and at our desire, her late mistresse having used all the stratagems she could to keepe her."
"All right, boys...Masks ready?" Sam eyes his lusty band of stout blades.
Uh, hopefully not too lusty...Bess being in the group.
"Ready,sir..." the masked Hewer, Hayter, Edwards...
"All set, Sam'l..." Bess, in rather fetching highwayman's garb.
"Here they come, Mr. Pepys!"
"Hewer?!...Er, Bill!"
"Right, sir. No last names."
"All right...Down upon lads! Bess, you stay...BESS?!"
eyes back of Bess' charging horse.
"Hold there!" Bess' raging voice in tones of thunder...Quite familiar to Jane sitting with her employer in the coach under assault.
"Out with you!" Sam rather desperately follows up... "Your servant or your life!!"
Hmmn...The madame being demanded of eyes Jane beside her in the coach.
Good servants are hard to find...Hmmn...
"Hold them off, driver, whilst we slip off." she hisses.
"Not bloody likely, miss." the driver fumes back.
"That's very ungentlemanly, sir." Bess notes angrily, cocking gun at said ungentleman.
"Darling...Careful with that..." Sam hisses.
Bang...
Arggh...
"Oh...Sam'l..."
"Sir..." Hewer rushes over... "Where..."
"Where else...My stone wound..." Sam moans.
"Ma'am. They clearly be vicious and desperate." Jane notes to employer. "I'd best go."
"But...I'll make your wages full three pounds...And all of Sunday off." the mistress tries. "Just let them shoot up that wretched driver."
"We'll make you our cook and four pounds." Bess calls.
"And of course we'll shoot...Again."
"Bess..." Sam groans.
"Oh, Sam'l. Are you...?"
"Make it 3 and 6, girl. Are we made of money, suddenly?"
"Done!" Jane calls, dashing from coach.