Notwithstanding the cloudy and threatening appearance of the weather I went to town today for the purpose of doing the work I had been unable to finish on Thursday. Time divided between commissions of various sorts and Accounts at the Office, and entirely taken up, so that my principal business, the deciding upon the Tenant for Hancock Street was not done.

Home. Afternoon at the House and directing about the road. The columns are now up and give the finish to the outside appearance and the carpenter tells me he expects to be out of the House next Saturday. This sounds like relief to my ears. I like the building very well, but the anxiety about the means and the fear lest they should be exceeded is too oppressive.

Evening walk with my father to Mrs. Adams’ where the ladies had taken tea. Mrs. Angier there and the usual large family. Nothing of interest. Home in the carriage as it rained.