Sat 30, [30 March 1907] Got to Naples [Napoli] before dawn. Rather
misty day warm with the sun breaking through. Went on shore at 8.50
and walked to Squadrilli's and then sauntered back through the town
returning about 10.45. The boat left at 11. Cold and grey with a good
deal of wind. Unpleasant. The ship is bad and the food abominable.
I am also bored to death by my companions at meals, some rather
common English people. All the people on board are beasts. After
dinner it was warmer and I sat on deck and read Les Cosaques. I
finished Putnam Neale's Indiscreet Letters from Peking in the
afternoon, a curious book.