“Mr. Carter is just coming up,” Pilgrim said.  And a moment later Richard, with an interested face, came through Nina’s room, and joined them.  Harriet had had time only to knot her hair back carelessly, and slip into the most formal of her big Chinese coats.

“Father,” Nina said, when they three were alone together, “did Royal Blondin take a check from you ten days ago?”

Richard, taken unaware, glanced sharply at Harriet, who shook her head, with an anxious look.  He sat down beside Nina on the bed, and put a fatherly arm about her.

“Ah, Father, don’t put me off!” the girl begged.  “I wrote him, after my birthday,” she said, “and told him that money made no difference to me.  He didn’t answer.  Then I got Bruce Hopper to ask his mother to have Blondin meet her at the club for tea, and I saw him then.  Bruce,” Nina cast in, still in the new, self-contained tone, “has been wonderful about it!  I know he only seems a silent sort of boy, but I’ll never forget what he’s done for me!  Royal,” she resumed, “didn’t want to see me, and said he had promised Father that it was over.  He—­but I needn’t tell you all he said.  It sounded——­” Nina clung to her father’s hands, and shut her eyes.  “It sounded so—­so false!” she whispered, bitterly.  “So I went to his studio to-day!” she presently continued.  “And—­there were two or three women there, but it wasn’t that.  They were—­ well, perhaps they were just having fun.  But——­” And Nina looked pitifully from Harriet’s sympathetic face to her father’s troubled eyes.  “But I’ve not been having much fun!” she faltered, with a suddenly trembling mouth.  “I’ve been planning—­praying!—­that somehow it would come out right.  He told me to-day that he had promised not to see or speak to me for two years,” she said, slowly.  “I—­Father, I knew that he had a reason!  He was changed.  I never saw him so!  And two hours ago,” she pointed to the door that led into her father’s room, “two hours ago I went in there,” she said, “and I looked over your own check book.  Father, did you write him a check?  Was that the stub that had ‘R.B.’ on it?”

Richard looked at her sorrowfully.

“I’m sorry, Nina,” he said, simply.  “I told him you should not know, from me!  I would have spared you that.”

For a few minutes there was silence in the room.  Then Nina said bravely, through tears: 

“I don’t know why you should be sorry for what will save me months of slow worry, all at one blow!  You and Harriet needn’t worry any more.  I’m cured.  I’ve been a fool, I let him flatter me and lie to me,” said this new Nina, with bitter courage, “but I’m over it now.  I’m sorry I gave you so much trouble, Father——­”

“My darling girl,” her father said, tenderly.  “I only wish I could spare you all this!”

“Better now than two or three years after we were married,” Nina said.  “Plenty of girls find it out then!  Father, I want you to get that check, through the clearing-house, for me,” she said, heroically, “and I want to keep it.  If ever I’m a fool about a man again, I’ll take it out and look at it!”