Morning quietly at home reading the Chronicles of the Canongate.1 Went to George’s room to look after some papers according to his request and then went to P. C. Brooks’ Jnr. to dine according to invitation. Found Abby quite well and talked with her all the afternoon. Went again in the evening. My spirits having been so low, I found myself foolishly alive to my feelings. And returned home half pleased, half melancholy.