Lettice, fastened to her seat by the windows round her, and dumb with happiness, could only gaze into Caragh's face. He looked back at her with a smile, which broke at last in laughter.
"You've heard all about it?" he asked.
"Oh, I should think I had!" she breathed.
"Comic, wasn't it?"
"Comic!" she repudiated indignantly; "how can you?"
"I can't," he replied ruefully; "it's comic only for me, and no one else will ever see it. Ah, but if you knew!"
"I do know," she exclaimed imposingly, "and every one else knows that you were a hero."
"On Monday?" he queried.
"Yes," she said proudly, "on Monday."
"Heroes were cheap on Monday," he explained with a whimsical sigh, "but I've been a hero when heroes were very, very dear."