"There was really, even now, no tangible evidence to the contrary; but since the previous night a vague dread had hung on his sky-line. It was formed of Zeena's obstinate silence, of Maddie's sudden look of warning, of the memory of just such fleeting imperceptible signs as those which told him , on certain stainless mornings, that before night there would be rain."... His dread was so strong that, man-like, he sought to postpone certainty."