"Ah, no, no! All England is ringing with your name. Hugh"—she raised a face all alight with a proud joy—"you are famous now!"
A little flush rose to his white face.
"Pshaw!" he said, "rescuing a woman and a few children from being burnt to death. Anyone would have done it."
"Ah, no, Hugh! Brave men shrank from that awful sea and burning ship!"
He was silent, looking at his bandaged hand.
"I must learn to write with my left hand," he said.
She bent nearer.
"Let me write for you," she whispered; "let me finish your book, Hugh, while you dictate it to me. I do not sing now in public, you know."
"Yes, I know."
He drew her closer to him and rested his cheek against her soft hair.