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‘Look here!’ said Owen. ‘Supposing we try to protect our extremity on this concrete — ’ and thoughtfully he folded his rain-coat and laid it along the concrete ledge so that both he and Kate could sit on it.

They sat and gazed around. They were early. Patches of people mottled the concrete slope opposite, like eruptions. The ring just below was vacant, neatly sanded; and above the ring, on the encircling concrete, great advertisements for hats, with a picture of a city-man’s straw hat, and advertisements for spectacles, with pairs of spectacles supinely folded, glared and shouted.

‘Where is the “Shade” then?’ said Owen, twisting his neck.

At the top of the amphitheatre, near the sky, were concrete boxes. This was the ‘Shade’, where anybody who was anything sat.

‘Oh but,’ said Kate, ‘I don’t want to be perched right up there, so far away.’

‘Why no!’ said Owen. ‘We’re much better where we are, in our “Sun”, which isn’t going to shine a great deal after all.’

The sky was cloudy, preparing for the rainy season.