Morning at the Office. No letters. Wrote one to George1
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. Hall2
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.