« This evening I observed my wife mighty dull ; and I myself was not mighty fond, because of some hard words she did give me at noon, out of a jealousy at my being abroad this morning ; when, God knows, it was upon the business of the office unexpectedly ; but I to bed, not thinking but she would come after me ; but waking by and by out of a slumber, which I usually fall into presently after my coming into the bed, I found she did not prepare to come to bed, but got fresh candles and more wood for her fire, it being mighty cold too. At this being troubled, I after a while prayed her to come to bed, all my people being gone to bed ; so after an hour or two, she silent, and I now and then praying her to come to bed, she fell out into a fury, that I was a rogue and false to her ; but yet I could perceive that she was to seek what to say ; only, she invented, I believe, a business that I was seen in a hackney coach with the glasses up with Deb, but could not tell the time, nor was sure I was he. I did, as I might truly, deny it, and was mightily troubled ; but all would not serve. At last, about 1 a-clock, she came to my side of the bed and drow my curtaine open, and with the tongs, red hot at the ends, made as if she did design to pinch me with them ; at which in dismay I rose up, and with a few words she laid them down and did by little and little, very sillily, let the discourse fall ; and about 2, but with much seeming difficulty, came to bed and there lay well all night, and long in bed talking together with much pleasure ; it being, I know, nothing but her doubt of my going out yesterday without telling her of my going which did vex her, poor wretch, last night : and I cannot blame her jealousy, though it doth vex me to the heart. »