Seven in the evening
We have some French ladies on board , but they do not resemble Madame Des Roches . I am weary of them already , though we have been so few days together . The wind is contrary , and we are at anchor under this island ; Fitzgerald has proposed going to dine on shore : it looks excessively pretty from the ship . Seven in the evening . We are returned from Bic , after passing a very agreable day . We dined on the grass , at a little distance from the shore , under the shelter of a very fine wood , whose form , the trees rising above each other in the same regular confusion , brought the dear shades of Silleri to our remembrance . We walked after dinner , and picked rasberries , in the wood ; and in our ramble came unexpectedly to the middle of a visto , which , whilst some ships of war lay here , the sailors had cut through the island .