Morning at the Office. No letters. Wrote one to George
1 in rather bad humour for keeping me in the dark about this affair at Washington. Then went to Chesnut Street to see Abby, calling on the road upon Mrs. Hall
2 to apologise for not having noticed her Note of invitation for some evenings since, which I delighted in escaping at the time as I knew what she wished me for. I was this morning loaded with questions about this affair which I avoided answering as much as possible. Abby left town and her friends Julia Gorham and Anne Carter sent me off before she went. I called upon Harriet Welsh and left my Card. The occasion of it was similar to that of Mrs. Hall. And I was glad to escape the same Catechism. Afternoon, Dibdin and in the evening at home reading a new Novel, as I am still unequal to hard labour.