"Remember that, Silas." "I remember it--it was these influences that kept me silent.

But we were drawn together, Paul." He bent forward in his chair.

"You liked me.

In spite of all our differences of caste and creed--you liked me." "Yes, I was drawn to you," said Paul, and a strange, unknown note in his voice caused Jane to glance at him swiftly.

"You seemed to be a man of many sorrows and deep enthusiasms--and I admit I was in close sympathy with you." He paused, not moving from his rigid attitude, and then went on: "What you have told me of your sufferings--and I know, with awful knowledge, the woman who was my mother--has made me sympathize with you all the more.