"I will wait five minutes--just five minutes," she said, and she pointed to the clock. "And I warn you--it is I who warn you now--that by no word will I attempt to screen you from the punishment which will meet this lie." "I am content," he said, and there was something in the cold tone of assured triumph that struck to her heart. CHAPTER XXIX. "Five minutes!" said Stella, warningly; and she turned her face from him, and kept her eyes fixed on the clock. "It will suffice," said Jasper. "I have to ask you to bear with me while I tell you a short history. I will mention no names--you yourself will be able to supply them. All I have to ask of you further is that you will hear me to the end. The history is of father and son." Stella did not move; she thought that he referred to the earl and Leycester. She had determined to listen calmly until the five minutes were expired, and then to go--to go without a word. "The father was an eminent painter"--Stella started slightly, but kept her eyes fixed on the clock--"a man who was highly gifted, of a rare and noble mind, and possessed of undeniable genius. Even as a young man his gifts were meeting with acknowledgment. He married a woman above him in station, beautiful, and fashionable, but altogether unworthy of him. As might have been expected, the marriage turned out ill. The wife, having nothing in common with her high-souled husband, plunged into the world, and was swallowed up in its vortex. I do not wish to speak of her further; she brought him shame." Stella paled to the lips. "Shame so deep that he cast aside his ambition and left the world. Casting away his old life, and separating himself entirely from it--separating himself from the child which the woman who had betrayed him had born to him--he settled in a remote country village, forgotten and effaced. The son was brought up by guardians appointed by the father, who could never bring himself to see him. This boy went to school, to college, was launched, so to speak, on the world without a father's care. The evil results which usually follow such a starting followed here. The boy, left to himself, or at best to the hired guardianship of a tutor, plunged into life. He was a handsome, high-spirited boy, and found, as is usual, ready companionship. Folly--I will not say vice--worked its usual charm; the boy, alone and uncared for, was led astray. In an unthinking moment he committed a crime----" Stella, white and breathless, turned upon him. "It is false!" she breathed. He looked at her steadily. "Committed a crime. It was done unthinkingly, on the spur of the moment; but it was done irrevocably. The punishment for the crime was a heavy one--he was doomed to spend the best part of his life as a convict----" Stella moaned and put up her hand to her eyes. "It is not true."