Then, looking at the dark road and its uncertain objects, he would have
gradually trailed off again into thinking, 'Where are we driving, he
and I, I wonder, on the darker road of life? How will it be with us, and
with her, in the obscure distance?' Thinking of her, he would have been
troubled anew with a reproachful misgiving that it was not even loyal to
her to dislike him, and that in being so easily prejudiced against him
he was less deserving of her than at first.
'You are evidently out of spirits,' said Gowan; 'I am very much afraid
my mother must have bored you dreadfully.' 'Believe me, not at all,'
said Clennam. 'It's nothing--nothing!'