At 6 I went down to the Pier Head and witnessed the departure of a liner, the Canada. Boats of all sorts, rafts. Crows-nest. Going and coming over gangway seemed as if ti woyld never cease. Absurd tiny fluttering of handkerchiefs. Then drawing in of hawsers. Bell ringing. band: "Auld Lang Syne". She slipped away. No perceptible movement of propellors, but the helm moved. She just grazed floating outposts of landing stage. A tug joined her and closed her. Many other steamers made much smoke obscuring her and the distance. She seemed to stop in mid-stream a few hundred yards down, the tug hugging her starboard bow. people said she would wait there till midnight. It was a moving sight.There is trouble at home. There seems to have been some sort of battle of wills between Marguerite and Richard. All to do with him not being allowed to drive the car. As far as I can make out Richard was showing off to school friends staying with them and flew into a temper when M. said he might not take the car. She was quite right to do so, but it may have been the way she refused that caused the problem. Apparently Richard implied that, had I been there, I would have permitted it, which I wouldn't. He lost face by being told to leave the table by Marguerite and sulked for some time, eventually being sent off to Rochdale. All very troubling and likely to involve me in endless diplomacy to get things back on an even keel.
Additionally for September 4th., see 'Lost in Venice' - http://earnoldbennett.blogspot.co.uk/2012/09/lost-in-venice.html
Then we walked and got lost, until suddenly I found a street I knew close to this hotel (Hotel Commercio). But I could not have found my way back to Bonvecchiato, though it could not be more than a third of a mile off.
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