Returned to Boston though not until late as Abby was long in making up her mind to accompany me. The weather was sultry and disagreeable. I went to the Office and attempted a letter to my Mother but found it absolutely impossible to succeed with it. My feelings were unsettled as I had reason to suppose that my father had arrived at Quincy. I seized the opportunity to finish my volume of Executive Record and then went to pass an hour with Abby previous to going to Quincy. George came with me to Quincy and we found my father and John. The former looking pale and thin. We were interrupted by company and so I had scarcely any more opportunity to speak to him.