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He was waiting for her, fifteen minutes after noon, round the corner in Davies Street. He had been rather astonished to find what a sweat he had been in about the weather. For the last two days he had been haunted by the awful thought that it might be wet on Saturday. So persistent, so obsessing, had been the fear, that even he, the least analytical of men, had been forced to observe it and marvel. It was something new for Chit to find himself in a sweat about anything. His anxiety had not been for himself; after all, if it was wet they could be indoors somewhere together; but he didn't want Sara to miss her day in the country. He had felt like smashing up something this morning in sheer relief at sight of the sunlight. "Where would you like to go?" he asked as he climbed in beside her.
"I don't know. I don't know many places. I thought you'd decide."