Morning, bad weather. Office. No letters but news from Washington that John had got
involved in a bad scrape with that hectoring bully Russel Jarvis.1
The newspapers are full of it. I regret it very much indeed on John’s account. What
will be the end of it, I don’t know. Every body talks of it and the general feeling
seems to be in John’s favour. Evening with Abby at Chardon Brooks’.