Sunday 19 April 1668

(Sunday). Lay long. Roger Pepys and his son come, and to Church with me, where W. Pen was, and did endeavour to shew himself to the Church. Then home to dinner, and Roger Pepys did tell me the whole story of Harman, how he prevaricated, and hath undoubtedly been imposed on, and wheedled; and he is called the miller’s man that, in Richard the Third’s time, was hanged for his master.1 So after dinner I took them by water to White Hall, taking in a very pretty woman at Paul’s Wharf, and there landed we, and I left Roger Pepys and to St. Margaret’s Church, and there saw Betty, and so to walk in the Abbey with Sir John Talbot, who would fain have pumped me about the prizes, but I would not let him, and so to walk towards Michell’s to see her, but could not, and so to Martin’s, and her husband was at home, and so took coach and to the Park, and thence home and to bed betimes.
Water 1s.
coach 5s.
Balty borrowed 2l.

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Terry Foreman  •  Link

"to St. Margaret’s Church, and there saw Betty"

There are 10 women called "Betty" in the Encyclopedia -- and that doesn't take into account the 40+ women named Elizabeth -- all after the late Queen.

We see the Betty at St. Margaret's cannot be Betty Martin, so that might leave 9; however, also we find Pepys in recent years also going more than once "to the [St. Margaret's] parish church, thinking to see Betty Michell" -- so I believe it is she.

Terry W  •  Link

No luck with Betty Mitchell or Betty Martin, so an early night instead. Poor Sam.

Christopher Squire  •  Link

‘wheedle, v. Etym:  Origin obscure. Possibly a survival in a specialized application of Old English wǽdlian to beg, originally to be poor . .
1. a. trans. To entice or persuade by soft flattering words; to gain over or take in by coaxing or cajolery.
1661    T. Blount Glossographia (ed. 2) ,   Whead or Wheadle, is a late word of fancy, and signifies to draw one in, by fair words or subtile insinuation, to act any thing of disadvantage or reproof . . ‘ [OED]

Robert Gertz  •  Link

"Bess, I thought I'd drop a line.
The weather's cool. Balty's fine.
I'm in bed each night at nine.
P.S. I love you.

Yesterday Parliament threatened pain,
but all in all I can't complain.
Was it dusty on the way?
P.S. I love you.

Write to the Penns just as soon as you're able.
Admiral Sir Will nearly had a fall.
Bridget burned a hole in the dining room table.
And then I took Knipp...Ummn, I guess that's all.

Nothing left for me to say.
And so I'll close...But by the way.
All your boys are thinking of you."
(Hmmn...What did my clerks mean by that?)
"P.S. I love you.
Bess, I love you."

Phoenix  •  Link

Bess relies:

The trip was rough we bounced around from seat to seat but finally found a goodly place to settle down. Will was kind. By the way, such a friend I must say a husband’s wife never had -holding my hand as I was sad on leaving you. Have been busy all the day, art and music, games to play, walks in woods and by the way a dance or two. Would you believe the other night, I met by chance -oh what a fright- a friend from long ago? We were in masks and chose by lot and as we danced all I thought was of you. Then, surprise, surprise at the end - when masks were done I clapped my hands – oh what fun!- t’was none other than Pembleton ! Now don’t be mad, the girls with me so flirt with him that I can’t be anything but true. You see?
Have to go, company awaits, a little party can’t be late to learn anew a step for two.

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