"You always were a very droll girl, Katherine. How long have you known this man?"
"I only met him to-day. I have taken a fancy to him."
"Why so, child?"
"Because he is one of those rare products of modern times, a man who puts a woman's honour before his own."
"Now you talk in riddles."
"Doubtless, father; and you are not to hear anything more. Only I respect him."
"Take up your money, and don't leave it lying about any longer, Katherine."
She took her money. She put the gold back into the tissue paper and rolled up the notes, and went slowly out of the room up to her own. She had a little cabinet built into the wall, where she kept her most valuable diamonds and trinkets. She unlocked the little cabinet, pressed a spring revealing a secret drawer, and put the notes and gold into it.
"As a souvenir of quite a wonderful adventure," she said to herself. And then she locked the cabinet and went back into the room where Hunt the millionaire was enjoying his tea.
"I have been making a new pile this morning," he said, turning to his daughter. "An investment turned up trumps. Do you want some more money put to your private account, little girl?"