But I don't like it.' There may be a moment's awkwardness, she cheeringly represents to him, but it can only last a moment.

He is quite sure of himself.
'I wish I felt as sure of everything else, as I feel of myself,' he answers her.
'How strangely you speak, dear! What do you mean ?' 'Helena, I don't know.

I only know that I don't like it.

What a strange dead weight there is in the air!' She calls his attention to those copperous clouds beyond the river, and says that the wind is rising.

He scarcely speaks again, until he takes leave of her, at the gate of the Nuns' House.