ne; in you I have neither part nor lot, yet
I have cared for you and supported you since you were born under very
strange and unhappy circumstances. Yes, you have shared whatever I had
to give with my own son, without preference or favour, and should have
shared it even after my death. And now, if these are your opinions, I am
tempted to say to you that the world is wide and that, instead of idling
here upon my bounty, you would do well to win your own way through it as
far from Leyden as may please you."

"You throw your benefits in my teeth, and reproach me with my birth,"
broke in Adrian, who by now was almost raving with passion, "as though
it were a crime in me to have other blood running in my veins than that
of Netherlander tradesfolk. Well, if so, it would seem that the crime
was my mother's, and not mine, who----"

"Adrian, Adrian!" cried Foy, in warning, but the madman heeded not.

"Who," he went on furiously, "was content to be the companion, for
I understand that she was never really married to him, of some noble
Spaniard before she became the wife of a Leyden artisan."

He ceased, and at this moment there broke from Lysbeth's lips a low wail
of such bitter anguish that it chilled even his mad rage to silence.

"Shame on thee, my son," said the wail, "who art not ashamed to speak
thus of the mother that bore thee."

"Ay," echoed Dirk, in the stillness that followed, "shame on thee! Once
thou wast warned, but now I warn no more."

Then he stepped to the door, opened it, and called, "Martin, come
hither."

Presently, still in that heavy silence, which was broken only by the
quick breath of Adrian panting like some wild beast in a net, was heard
the sound of heavy feet shuffling down the passage. Then Martin entered
the room, and stood there gazing about him with his large blue eyes,
that were like the eyes of a wondering child.

"Your pleasure, master," he said at length.

"Martin Roos," replied Dirk, waving back Arentz who rose to speak,
"take that young man, my stepson, the Heer Adrian, and lead him from my
house--without violence if possible. My order is that henceforth you are
not to suffer him to set foot within its threshold; see that it is not
disobeyed. Go, Adrian, to-morrow your possessions shall be sent to you,
and with them such money as shall suffice to start you in the world."

Without comment or any expression of surprise, the huge Martin shuffled
forward towards Adrian, his hand outs