Also, we saw my Lord Shaftesbury, a sly yet proud looking fellow, I thought him, walking with Mr.Pepys, who fell later under suspicion of being a Catholic, because his servant was one.
On the Saturday evening we went to take the air in St.James' Park, and walked by Rosamund's pond; and here we but just missed seeing the King and Queen; for as we came into it from Charing Cross (where I had seen for the first time in the public street the Punch-show, which I think must take its origin from Pontius Pilate) their Majesties rode out--hand in hand, I heard later--through the Park Gate into the Horse-Guards, and so to Whitehall, with guards in buff and steel following.

There was a great company of gentlemen and ladies who rode behind, of whom we caught a sight; but they were too far away for us to recognize any of them.

(I saw, too, the cress-carts come in from Tothill fields.) On the Sunday morning we went all three together to hear mass sung in St.James'; and here for the first time I saw Mr.Huddleston, who was of the congregation, who was in his priest's habit--as my cousin had told me--for this was allowed to him by Act of Parliament, because he had saved the King's life after the battle of Worcester.

He was a man that looked like a scholar, but was very brown with the sun, too.

We could not see the Duke, for he was in his closet, with the curtains half drawn--a tribune, as we should call it in Rome.