Wrote to my Mother.1 At the Office and then to Mrs. P. C. Brooks’ to see Abby. Settled that she is not to go on to Baltimore which will relieve me from the necessity of going myself. At one o’clock drove Abby to Medford. Weather chilly and unpleasant. Mr. Brooks seemed a little disposed to be dull about his son and well it might be. He talked much of his journey and showed that he had not gone on without gathering information. Sterne, I think, notices the difference in travellers in this respect and I was forcibly reminded of his words.2 Evening conversation with Abby.