"Did Will Flandin find you?"
"Yes."
"He was in a takin' to know where you were. So I just gave him a bit of a notion."
"I don't see how you could know, mother; I had been going so roundabout among the bushes. I don't know where I was, myself."
"When ever you don't know that, Diana, stop and find out."
Mrs. Starling was sitting before the stove in a resting attitude, with her feet stretched out towards it. Diana was busy with some odds and ends, but her mother's tone—or was it her own consciousness?—made her suddenly stop and look towards her. Mrs. Starling did not see this, Diana being behind her.
"Did it ever strike you that Will was sweet on you?" she went on.
"Will Flandin, mother?"
An inarticulate note of assent.
Diana did not answer, and instead went on with what she had been doing.