In the end she had decided not to change on account of the rain.
Ten minutes later, veiled and cloaked, she stepped out alone into the garden.
And instantly her torment was assuaged, and she was happy. She waited at the
corner of the street for the steam-car in the hissing rain. But when the car
came thundering down, it was crammed to the step; with a melancholy gesture,
the driver declined her signal. She set off down Trafalgar Road in the mist
and rain, glad that she had been compelled to walk. It seemed to her that
she was on a secret and mystic errand. This was not surprising. The remarkable
thing was that all the hurrying people she met seemed also each of them to
be on a secret and mystic errand. The shining wet pavement was dotted with
dark figures, suggestive and enigmatic, who glided over a floor that was pierced
by perpendicular reflections.
Hilda Lessways by Arnold Bennett, Book VI, Chapter 3 'At the Works'
(Extract provided by Penelope)