"
"Well, then, we might give it two coats of yellow," I suggested.
"Four coats of paint? No, thank you! And all that white you've been
wasting! It's ever so much dearer than the yellow."
This was perfectly true, and the very argument I had been fearing all
along. I answered now straight-forwardly:
"Let me paint it grey."
"What?"
"It would look better. There's something about the house ... and with the
green of the woods behind ... the style of the place is...."
"Is grey, you mean?" He swung off impatiently a few steps and came back
again.
And then I faced him, more innocently than ever, with an inspiration
surely sent from above:
"Now I remember! Yes.... I've always seen it grey in my mind, ever since
one day--it was Fruen that said so...."
I was watching him closely; he gave a great start and stared at me
wide-eyed for a moment; then he took out his handkerchief and began
fidgeting with it at one eye as if to get out a speck or something.
"Indeed!" he said.
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