All was dry under the glass-roofed colonnades of the courtyard, but the rain rattled like kettledrums on that glass, and the centre of the courtyard was a pond in which a few hansoms were splashing about.

Everything--the horses' coats, the cabmen's hats and capes, and the cabmen's red faces, shone and streamed in the torrential summer rain.

It is said that geography makes history.
In England, and especially in London, weather makes a good deal of history.

Impossible to brave that rain, except under the severest pressure of necessity! They were in shelter, and in shelter they must remain.
He was glad, absurdly and splendidly glad.
"It can't last long," she said, looking up at the black sky, which showed an edge towards the east.
"Suppose we go in again and have some tea ?" he said.
Now they had barely concluded coffee.

But she did not seem to mind.
"Well," she said, "it's always tea-time for _me_." He saw a clock.