"How did you get that?"
"Sabre-cut." He looked hurt. "I wrote you from the hospital, don't you remember?"
"Oh, yes, I remember," she said serenely. "Well, it doesn't look so bad. You aren't sorry, are you?"
"For what, the—"
"The four years."
"No, I couldn't help it. But—but—"
"I'm glad of it—I'm proud of you—and that you were promoted for bravery—"
"Oh, Mary, are you?... But bravery isn't anything, it's common. Why—"
"Yes, I know. But you must have been uncommonly brave, or they wouldn't have promoted you!"
He laughed and drew her near him, venturing a kiss.