He looked at von Klausen.
"You"—he wet his lips with his thick tongue—"you won't change your prejudices?"
The Austrian flushed.
"I cannot change my religion," said he.
Stainton clumsily drew his watch from his pocket.
"Then," said Stainton, "you and I must be hurrying, Muriel. I'm sorry, Captain; but the bus leaves the Hôtellerie in half an hour, and we've got to hurry to catch it. Good-bye. Muriel, come on."