"But it's beginning to cloud over and this high wind is cold.

So we'd better go, Carley." "I don't know what I am, but it's not cold," replied Carley.
"Wal, Miss Carley, I reckon you'll have to come again an' again before you get a comfortable feelin' here," said Stanton.
It surprised Carley to see that this young Westerner had hit upon the truth.

He understood her.

Indeed she was uncomfortable.

She was oppressed, vaguely unhappy.