The counsels, in short, were divided; and that is the worst state of all.

The Duke said nothing to me, either at the table or before he went out with Mr.Bedingfeld--or Mr.Mumford as he was usually called: he appeared to consider me too young to be of any importance, and to tolerate me only because the King wished it.

I handed to Mr.Chiffinch the reports of what folks had said to me in taverns and elsewhere: and went away.
The days went by; and nothing of any importance appeared further.

I still frequented the company of the Jesuit Fathers, and the taverns as before; but no more was heard, until a few days before the end of September.

On that day I was passing through the Court of Whitehall to see if there were anything for me at Mr.Chiffinch's--for the King was at Windsor again--when I saw Father Whitbread and Father Ireland, coming swiftly out from the way that led to the Duke's lodgings--for he stayed here a good deal during these days.