The colours for the different parts had been selected and rejected and re-selected over and over again.

A keen desire to do the work had grown within him, but he had scarcely allowed himself to hope that it would be done at all.

His face flushed slightly as he took the drawings from Hunter.
'You can make a start on it tomorrow morning,' continued that gentleman.

'I'll tell Crass to send someone else up 'ere to finish this room.' 'I shan't be able to commence tomorrow, because the ceiling and walls will have to be painted first.' 'Yes: I know.

You and Easton can do that.