He stopped near the highest step.

Before him, on that level, were groups of seats and a little kiosk.
He went up to this and, stopping in the shadow of its eaves, looked about him panting.
Everything was vague and grey, but he recognised that these great steps were a series of platforms of the "ways," now motionless again.

The platform slanted up on either side, and the tall buildings rose beyond, vast dim ghosts, their inscriptions and advertisements indistinctly seen, and up through the girders and cables was a faint interrupted ribbon of pallid sky.

A number of people hurried by.

From their shouts and voices, it seemed they were hurrying to join the fighting.