We landed this morning. There is nothing to say about the voyage, except that it was a Bore. We had, I think, seasickness rentré. However, we read a great many volumes of the new translation of The Arabian Nights (Mardrus), and got thoroughly into the spirit of it! Our custom house inspector this morning looked like a roguish debonnair priest. He said he was one of the old-fashioned kind — he didn’t approve of turning a gentleman’s trunk inside-out; but as there were so many “watchers” around, if we wanted to give him a five dollar bill we must give it to our porter for