But
the mood passed, and Silver liked him better when the old
self-assertion and quick tone of command came uppermost again. She
knew not good from evil, she could not analyze the feeling in her
heart; but she loved this stranger, this master, with the whole of her
being. Jarvis Waring knew good from evil (more of the latter knew he
than of the former), he comprehended and analyzed fully the feeling
that possessed him; but, man of the world as he was, he loved this
little water-maiden, this fair pagan, this strange isolated girl, with
the whole force of his nature. 'Silver,' he said to her, seriously
enough, 'do you know how much I love you? I am afraid to think what
life would seem without you.'
'Why think of it, then, since I am here?' replied Silver.
'Do you know, Jarvis, I think if I had not loved you so much, you
would not have loved me, and then--it would have been--that is, I
mean--it would have been different--' She paused; unused to reasoning
or to anything like argument, her own words seemed to bewilder her.
Waring laughed, but soon grew serious again. 'Silver,' he said, taking
her into his arms, 'are you sure that you can love me as I crave?'
(For he seemed at times tormented by the doubt as to whether she was
anything more than a beautiful child.
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