Really, these men seemed to have no conscience.
Two coats! and he had estimated for only three.
'Crass!' 'Yes, sir.' 'Come here!' 'Yes, sir.' Crass came hurrying along.
'What's the meaning of this?
Didn't I tell you to make this do with one coat?
Look at it!' 'It's like this, sir,' said Crass.

'If it had been washed down--' 'Washed down be damned,' shouted Hunter.

'The reason is that the colour ain't thick enough.

Take the paint and put a little more body in it and we'll soon see whether it can be done or not.

I can make it cover if you can't.' Crass took the paint, and, superintended by Hunter, made it thicker.
Misery then seized the brush and prepared to demonstrate the possibility of finishing the work with one coat.