Mild day. Time as usual, dinner company at home, quiet evening.

My time passed this morning quite in a bustle, first with various little commissions second with tenants and business people at Office. The payment of bills seems to be quite an important part of existence. Home where I continued to read Electra.

Company to dine. Allyne Otis, T. Dwight, F. H. Story, W. Gorham and Dr. Frothingham. Very pleasant and just what a dinner ought to be. They did not remain long and I had a quiet evening at home.

To think that Davis is now among the self banished from my table because he chooses to cultivate wild theories action against which he dreads.1 So be it. We had much talk about him and the other gentlemen were rather unjustly severe upon him, but this is the fate of dissentients. I continued reading Crevier.