94 • Confusionnot say so, but he also knew that, for the present, food and drink and trans-
portation remained available at prices someone of his class could afford. His
butcher, baker, and favorite waterman had not fled, nor had the great mass of
persons in these trades. They were trapped in the city, unable to leave their
livelihood, yet knowing that their trades, along with those of tavern owners
and innkeepers, were among the most vulnerable to the contagion because of
their constant contact with people and potentially infected goods.
Some others involved in commerce in the city were also staying, including
persons much higher on the economic ladder than Pepys. His goldsmith as-
sociates had remained at their business addresses on Lombard Street. So had
the prominent London scriveners Clayton and Morris, at the Flying Horse
in Cornhill. They were keeping current with property lease payments to their
clients, many of whom were in the country, and they would soon draft a will
for Lord Loughborough up in Leicestershire.
Albemarle was alone at the Cockpit in Whitehall, and his deputy Craven
was nearby on Long Acre. Inside the wall Mayor Lawrence carried on with a
shrinking Court of Aldermen, among them Sir William Turner. Dr. Hodges
was staying on inside the wall, and the apothecary Boghurst remained at
Saint Giles in the Fields. In Southwark, John Allin provided physick and
prayers illegally but quietly to English and immigrant dissenters.
Samuel Pepys saw his wife safely into their temporary downstream
quarters and returned to London, he manning one boat and Will another.
They rowed silently against the tide, keeping their thoughts to themselves.
Pepys entered his empty apartment in Seething Lane, “very alonely.”^44 He
had every reason to feel sorry for himself. Despite his philandering, he loved
his wife and missed her company dearly.