Breakfasted at the Exchange and morning at the Office. But I felt very much out of a proper condition to do any thing, as I had been so much excited last evening. I felt unwilling to do any thing and passed my time in doubt whether to go to Medford before dinner or not and finally decided that I would not. I accordingly dined in town and passed an hour in reading Williston’s book. After which I rode to Medford, found some Company there, and as I did not wish to see them, walked an hour or two in the garden. The family seemed disappointed at my not coming earlier. I do not know what it is that induces me to hesitate so much about this thing, but I have so much sensitiveness about worrying other people that it makes it a torment. Abby said nothing but I thought she felt it. Evening, conversation with her.