c1-2.30pm - They had purchased some food on the way […Richard bought sandwiches and a piece of apple turnover, and went into the Palace Gardens to eat them…] and they sit on the grass-bank above Farm Cove and share their picnic lunch. In front of them are remnants of the Australian Fleet, at anchor in front of Government House. […In front in the small blue bay lay two little war-ships, pale grey, with the white flag having the Union Jack in one corner floating behind. And one boat had the Australian flag, with the five stars on a red field. They lay quite still, and seemed as lost as everything else, rusting into the water…] Lawrence is in no hurry to go [...He took himself off to the gardens to eat his custard apple--a pudding inside a knobbly green skin--and to relax into the magic ease of the afternoon…] but Hum has to get back to his home and family in Chatswood, so they walk together through the Botanic Gardens across to Macquarie Street, from where Lawrence accompanies Hum down to Circular Quay, where Hum probably catches a ferry across to Milson's Point.

c2.30-5.30pm - Lawrence now has more than two hours to kill before his scheduled meeting with Rosenthal. He strolls around the streets of Sydney, observing the passing parade. […He wandered the hot streets, walked round the circular quay and saw the women going to the ferries…] This, apparently, is his first opportunity to observe Australian women at close quarters (at least it is his first comment about them, in general). […So many women, almost elegant. Yet their elegance provincial, without pride, awful. So many almost beautiful women. When they were in repose, quite beautiful, with pure, wistful faces, and some nobility of expression. Then, see them change countenance, and it seemed almost always a grimace of ugliness. Hear them speak, and it was startling, so ugly. Once in motion they were not beautiful. Still, when their features were immobile, they were lovely…] He considers their attitude erotic. […Almost every one of the younger women walked as if she thought she was sexually trailing every man in the street after her. And that was absurd, too, because the men seemed more often than not to hurry away and leave a blank space between them and these women. But it made no matter: like mad-women the females, in their quasi-elegance, pranced with that prance of crazy triumph in their own sexual powers which left little Richard flabbergasted…] He also wonders at the pedestrian habits of the locals (the city council is trying to impose a "keep to the left" regime on the pavements). […Hot, big, free-and-easy streets of Sydney: without any sense of an imposition of CONTROL. No control, everybody going his own ways with alert harmlessness. On the pavement the foot-passengers walked in two divided streams, keeping to the left, and by their unanimity made it impossible for you to wander and look at the shops, if the shops happened to be on your right. The stream of foot passengers flowed over you…] We do not know how long he walked the streets of Sydney. He may have filled in time by going to one of the libraries, perhaps the School of Arts library in Pitt Street between Park and Market Streets. In any case he arrives at Rosenthal's rooms on the first floor of 8 Mendes Chambers about 5.30pm for his scheduled appointment with the leader of the King and Empire Alliance.

c5.30-7pm - Two days later, Lawrence was to write in chapter xi: […Somers went in the evening of this memorable day to dine with Kangaroo. The other man was quiet, and seemed preoccupied…] Rosenthal is no doubt wondering why this curious little chap, in whom he has no further interest, wants to see him again. Almost certainly, he doesn't want to have dinner with him. A convivial cup of tea perhaps, or maybe a glass of Scotch. Almost immediately, however, Lawrence drops his bombshell. […"I went to Willie Struthers this morning," Somers said…] Up to this point Lawrence almost certainly has no idea what he was getting mixed up with. He is a political ingénue. For example, he finds it difficult to work out whether the Digger movement is conservative or radical - though his conversation with "Jock" Garden that morning should have begun to open his eyes. However, they are not sufficiently open to see how aghast and appalled Rosenthal will be when he learns that this stranger, to whom his deputy Jack Scott may have revealed some of the innermost details of their secret army, has been talking to, of all people, the founder of the Australian Communist Party, and the leader of the militant union movement in New South Wales