ise
his arguments. First of all, with the most convincing sincerity, he
explained that when he had made use of him, Adrian, he had no idea that
he was his son. Of course this was a statement that will not bear a
moment's examination, but Ramiro's object was to gain time, and Adrian
let it pass. Then he explained that it was only after his mother had,
not by his wish, but accidentally, seen the written evidence upon which
her husband was convicted, that he found out that Adrian van Goorl was
her child and his own. However, as he hurried to point out, all these
things were now ancient history that had no bearing on the present.
Owing to the turbulent violence of the mob, which had driven him from
his post and fortress, he, Ramiro, was in temporary difficulties, and
owing to other circumstances, he, Adrian, was, so far as his own party
and people were concerned, an absolutely dishonoured person. In this
state of affairs he had a suggestion to make. Let them join forces; let
the natural relationship that existed between them, and which had been
so nearly severed by a sword thrust that both must have regretted,
become real and tender. He, the father, had rank, although it suited
him to sink it; he had wide experience, friends, intelligence, and the
prospect of enormous wealth, which, of course, he could not expect to
enjoy for ever. On the other side, he, the son, had youth, great beauty
of person, agreeable and distinguished manners, a high heart, the
education of a young man of the world, ambition and powers of mind that
would carry him far, and for the immediate future an object to gain,
the affection of a lady whom all acknowledged to be as good as she was
charming, and as charming as she was personally attractive.

"She hates me," broke in Adrian.

"Ah!" laughed Ramiro, "there speaks the voice of small experience. Oh!
youth, so easily exalted and so easily depressed! Joyous, chequered
youth! How many happy marriages have I not known begin with such hate
as this? Well, there it is, you must take my word for it. If you want
to marry Elsa Brant, I can manage it for you, and if not, why, you can
leave it alone."

Adrian reflected, then as his mind had a practical side, he put a
question.

"You spoke of the prospect of enormous wealth; what is it?"

"I will tell you, I will tell you," whispered his parent, looking about
him cautiously; "it is the vast hoard of Hendrik Brant which I intend
to recover; indeed, my search