Wrote a letter to my Mother this morning before going to town, then rode into Boston. Morning at the Office reading Saunders. I was about going to Medford to dine when I came across an invitation to Mr. Webster to dine with Mr. Brooks. This made me hesitate. I had received no notice of any company being likely to be there and after much reflection determined upon declining to go until evening. The situation of a lover is rather an awkward one as it respects third persons at the house of the lady’s father. And I am daily getting a stronger repugnance to figuring in this midway sort of a character. Wrote Executive Record and read the whole of Cicero’s Oration for Archias before starting for Medford. Reached there at sunset and after many excuses and some trouble had a pleasant evening.