Fri. Dec 1. [1 December 1899] Incredible! it's as warm as May. Perfect day, much enjoyed my hot sea bath and the general sense of Ship. We were running down the Corsican coast, hilly with Aiguilles of rock and a little snow higher up inland. Very bare and unpopulated. Made friends with a nice Australian and his wife over breakfast and sat by them at luncheon. We passed through the Straits of Bonifaccio [Bonifacio, Strait of] at 11. Bonifaccio [Bonifacio] itself a most charming little white, walled, town growing out of the chalk cliffs on which it stands. Long afternoon. I read Stevenson and André Cornelis. After tea walked abouth with the Austrian. At dinner we had a ludicrous conversation between Prof. Macalister and the Austrian, whose English is a pure joy. His greatest triumph was: If one measures by anions[?] it wd take many ears. After dinner played Patiences with the Australians.