She continued to mix a little pool of Prussian blue and Italian pink without looking up.
"I hurt my gun hand after luncheon, and had to stop shooting at Croxton corner.

As I went back to Slumberleigh, across the fields below the rectory, I thought I saw you in the distance, and followed you." "Is your hand much hurt ?"--with sudden anxiety.
"No," said Charles, reddening a little.

"It will stop my shooting for a day or two, but that is all." The colors were mixed again.

Ruth, contrary to all previous conviction, added light red to the Italian pink.

The sketch had gone rapidly from bad to worse, but the light red finished it off.