I passed forth into the Stretes, not heeding in what Direction, for my Brain was a-fire, and I wanted to quiet it and to think over many Things—no Place for Solitariness like the Stretes! Then I returned to my old Quarters on the Bridge, and looked out a Suit I had bought and wore once at _Antwerp_, but had thought almost too fine for Home, albe but little garnished ... to wit, of murray-colour, overlaid with a good silk Lace; and a _Mechlin_ Edge and Tassels to my Bands. Thought I, peradventure the 'Prentice in his blue Gown had most reason to be proud of his Favour ... she kissed me then, when she could scarce hold on by my Hair, 'twas so short; and now it might wind twice round her Finger.... Then I went across to Master _Soper_, and quod I, "Now, Master Tonsor, thou must trim me for a Feast; but, mark me, mine Hair was cut last in _Flanders_, where they trim the Hair little and the Beard close; so follow the Lead and keep the foreign Fashion, and I'll give thee Twopence." "Marry come up," muttered he, "what Airs these Youngsters bring from over Seas!" And I felt I was in his power, and that one malicious snip might put me past Redress; howbeit, he stayed himself with less Work, more Pay, and acquitted himself handsomely. Then I took my _Flemish_ Beaver, and my new Cloke across my Arm, and sallied forth; and chancing to look back, was avised of _Tryphena_ and _Tryphosa_ leaning forth of their upper Casement to look after me. Being caught at which, they disappeared. As I entered the House, I heard Mistress _Fraunces_ say to _Damaris_, "Be sure they spoil not the Mortreuse," which avised me we were to have state. Howbeit, there was a rich plainness in Everything; the parcel-gilt double Salt-cellar and chased Flagons alone calling Attention to their Cost. And though Everything set on Table was far-fetched and of the best, far exceeding the Tables of the best Merchants in _Antwerp_, we had not too much nor too many of any Thing. I could not note that Mistress _Anne_ had made any Difference for him—a few Strings of Pearls were warped into her Hair, and she ware her mouse-coloured Velvet, which she never thought too fine, with or without Company; but no Posy. Two Men with _Talbot_ Badges helped Master _Hewet's_ Men to wait; my Lord sat next Mistress _Anne_, and I over-against them. As we took our Places, he seemed to remember my Face, and to be surprised at my sitting down with him; which Master _Hewet_ noting, in a certain haughtiness in his Air, he saith, "Mine adopted Son, my Lord, and the Son of mine earliest Friend.... We are all plain People, but the _Osbornes_ as good as any here sitting, saving your Lordship's Presence." Whereon, my Lord, recovering, pledged me.