"Eh?" queried the Major, hopelessly at sea.
Muriel laughed. "Yes, and there are the Ten Commandments," she said, "over there."
Jardine still looked puzzled. He liked Muriel, against his will as it were. Ursula, he told Paul, was so damned quiet, but Muriel said things a feller couldn't understand. Odd pair. Pretty though. And deuced attractive. What did Kestern think?
So now. "That's where you get me," he said. "But, I say, what about a sundowner? Coming, Kestern?"
Paul rose. Ursula looked up. "Bring two more and come back," she said lazily.
"Right, Miss Manning. You and Miss Lister can discuss the Commandments for five minutes exactly. Then you must forget them."
"But there's nothing about sundowners in the Decalogue, Major," said Paul gaily, as he moved off. "Or I shouldn't——" They went out of hearing.
Muriel glanced at her companion. "It's odd," she said. "Paul's lost sight of God, but he still thinks he can keep morality."
Ursula fixed her gaze on the darkening mountains. "I don't agree, my dear," she said.
"How?"