He clasped her hands and held on to them, until he felt her rather nervously trying to withdraw them.
"Oh, Daren, I'm glad to see you home—alive—whole," she said, almost in a whisper. "Are you—well?"
"No, Mel. I'm in pretty bad shape," he replied. "Lucky to get home alive—to see you all."
"I'm sorry. You're so white. You're wonderfully changed, Daren."
"So are you. But I'll say I'm happy it's not painted face and plucked eyebrows.... Mel, what's happened to you?"
She suddenly espied the decoration on his coat. The blood rose and stained her clear cheek. With a gesture of exquisite grace and sensibility that thrilled Lane she touched the medal. "Oh! The Croix de Guerre .... Daren, you were a hero."
"No, Mel, just a soldier."
She looked up into his face with eyes that fascina
