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Starling or Mrs. Flandin had arranged it, and Diana had quite blindly fallen into the trap. And then the young man, not unreasonably elated and inspirited, began to make his visits to Mrs. Starling's house more frequent than ever. It was little he did to recommend himself when he was there; he generally sat watching Diana, carrying on a spasmodic and interrupted conversation with Mrs.
Throughout this long examination Mme Lacoste showed complete self-possession, save that at times she exhibited a Gascon impatience in answering what she conceived to be stupid questions. The experts responsible for the analysis of Lacoste's remains were now called. All three of those gentlemen from Paris, MM. Pelouze, Devergie, and Flandin, agreed in their findings.
"I never am tired, child, while I see my work before me; don't you know that? And it's a sin to let the ripe fruit go unpicked. I wonder what it grows in such a place for! Who were you with all day?" "Different people." "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."
"He's mighty spry, for anybody that gets up into a pulpit on the Sabbath and tells his fellow-creaturs what they ought to be doin'." "But he does do that, Mrs. Flandin," said Diana. "He speaks plain enough, too." "I do love to hear him!" said Miss Barry.
And then Mrs. Starling's activities went on to other items of preparation. Seeing Diana would be married, she meant it should be done in a way the country-side would not forget; neither should Mrs. Flandin make mental comparisons, pityingly, of the wedding that was, with the wedding that would have been with her son for the bridegroom.
M. Flandin believed that he had seen such traces, not only in numerous broken fragments of burnt brick strewn through all the chambers, but in occasional masses of brick-work contained in some of them actual portions, as he thought, of the original vaulting.
But her mother would urge and press it; how much worry of that sort could she stand, when she was longing for rest? Would her mother's persistence conquer in the end, just because her own spirit was gone for contending? No; never! Not Will Flandin, if she died for it. Anything else.
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.
M. Flandin conjectures that the roof had four apertures, placed at the points where the lines drawn from the northern to the southern, and those drawn from the eastern to the western, doors would intersect one another. He seems to suppose that these openings were wholly unprotected, in which case they would have admitted, in a very inconvenient way, both the sun and the rain.
They can say what lips fail to say. Diana went into the house feeling that her minister was a tower of strength and a treasury of kindness. She found company. Mrs. Flandin and her mother were sitting together. "Hev' you come home to stay, Diana?" was her mother's sarcastic salutation. "How come you and the Dominie to be a ridin' together?" was the other lady's blunter question.
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