Morning at the Office reading Kent. The weather quite warm which
in the afternoon turned to a shower. I drove to Medford at one o’clock. Found the family tolerably well, and enlarged with the presence of Chardon and his wife, again. Had some conversation with Abby which gave room for reflection. Then took a ride with her round the woods, stopping at Mrs. Hall’s, her Aunt’s, to take tea. This was a long promised visit and very well accomplished. They are people unfortunate in the world and grown rather rustic, the consequence of which is that they feel sensitive about attentions. But I prefer unassuming sense to impertinent nonsense, and so it was no exertion on my part to make this visit. Returned before ten.