Morning at the Office. Still no letters which keeps down my spirits exceedingly. Occupied myself in writing and reading Law. The weather was fine but exceedingly warm.
I thought I would go up and see the House which is destined for me.1
I examined it all over and was on the whole very much pleased with it. But I cannot realize the belief that I am really to live there. My feelings have always been that I should never marry and even now
when I see the preparations most actively going on I cannot overcome my presentiment. This might have been avoided, had I been married at once last Autumn, but now circumstances contribute to increase this old feeling powerfully. I do trust in Heaven.
I was so dull to day that I was glad to see Richardson who called to pay me a visit, and we decided upon dining together at the Exchange Coffee House which is open again. Our dinner was good and time agreeable, after which we decided upon riding to the Railway House. The weather was pleasant, but I got home on the whole, fatigued and disgusted even with pleasure.