By myself at the office all the morning drawing up instructions for Portsmouth yard in those things wherein we at our late being there did think fit to reform, and got them signed this morning to send away to-night, the Duke being now there.
At noon to the Wardrobe ; there dined. Back to the office and there all afternoon, and in the evening comes Sir G. Carteret , and he and I did hire a ship for Tangier , and other things together; and I find that he do single me out to join with me apart from the rest, which I am much glad of. So home , and after being trimmed, to bed.
Not only does he get to set the instructions as he sees fit but something nice to show both the Duke and new Commissioner and Secretary to the Boss, York Coventry as testimony to one Samuel Pepys' diligence in the King's service. That Pepys and Carteret.
Always sitting by themselves now, putting their little heads together, sending ships off on their own. His eyes! Still, Carteret is a slippery operator, Sam is heading for trouble if he stays to close with him, I fear.
It's clearly the talk of the town. Wonder how some of the modern London tabloids would handle it. Look back to those entries; morning and aftenoon, paying away. What he neglected to impart in the diary was what it meant to him financially, as he appears to either have come home flush with funds or, coincidentally, have opened one of his money bags as vincento, aka 'him of assorted monikers', has said.
