No sleep. Up at 4. Off at 5. Fine day. Found, at Genoa, that poor G. has forgotten the book! ― so I have sent him back for it: saying next to nothing, as I know his ^[own] vexation is quite sufficient punishment. Came to G. Bretagna Hotel.
By the time I was washed, however, & ready for breakfast, G. came back, having found the book just where he left it.
This Hotel seems “neat” & quiet: breakfast good. At 12, went out with G. to the Lanterna, & tried to draw 2 or 3 times ― also S.P. d’Arena, but the row, & the bother of carriages, & having had no sleep, upset me, & I could do nothing.
Wonderful to relate, it is all clouding again, & so there seems no hope of settled weather.
Returned to Hotel, & then, by Acqua Sola, to the view wh. I want to take looking west: but all was cloudy, & I could do nil.
Returned, sad & disgusted. At 5, dined tête-a-tête with an intelligent Deputato ― “Garofalo” M.P. for County of Terra di Lavoro.
At 6 I have come upstairs.
What to do on ahead is of no use to speculate. Have been unwell all day more or less too.
 “Spianata dell’Acquasola,” a hill in the centre of Genoa.
 Member of Parliament.
[Transcribed by Marco Graziosi from Houghton Library, Harvard University, MS Eng. 797.3. Image.]