Morning at the Office. The men came this morning to make the repairs to my room. I presume since this accident that the other1 will devolve upon me, but as the repairs have been commenced, I believe, I shall pursue them. I went down to see Abby who was in town but did not feel very much inclined to converse, and I was sorry to perceive that she was more troubled than I wished. It always grieves me to see her vary from her high tone of spirits and when I am the cause of it in any manner, it pains me the more. I was busy during the rest of the morning. Attempted to read Clarendon in the Afternoon, but without much success. Received a letter from my father on miscellaneous subjects. The tone will be quickly altered when this dreadful information arrives. Evening, a walk, and a few Numbers of the Spectator.