Then again, on the sea, we had a _burrasca_, and the captain had half a mind when half-way to Leghorn to turn back to Genoa.
Passengers much frightened, including me, a little.

A wretched Neapolitan boat, with a machine 'inclined to go to the devil every time the wind went anywhere,' as I heard a French gentleman on board say afterwards.

Altogether we were so done up after eighteen hours of it, that we stayed at Leghorn instead of going on straight to Florence.
Still, now I seem to have got over fatigue and the rest--and we keep our faces turned undeviatingly to Rome.Mdme.du Quaire having carefully apprised M.Mignaty that we left Paris on the thirteenth, our friends here seem to have made up their minds that we had perished by land or water, and Annunziata's poor sister had passed three days in tears, for instance.
Now, dearest Fanny, let me confess to you.

I have not brought the bonnet.

A bonnet is a personal matter, and I would not let anyone choose one for _me_.