Standing on the hearth, with his elbow resting on the marble mantelpiece close to a unique vase of antique design, stood Squire O"Shanaghgan. He was talking in pleasant and genial tones to Mrs.
Murphy, a podgy little woman, with a great likeness to Biddy.
Mrs. Murphy wore a black alpaca dress and a little three-cornered knitted shawl across her shoulders. She had gray hair, which curled tightly like her daughter"s; on top of it was a cap formed of rusty black velvet and equally rusty black lace. She looked much excited at the advent of the Squire, and her cheeks testified to the fact by the brightness of their color.
Mr. Murphy was doing penance opposite to Mrs. O"Shanaghgan. He was dreadfully afraid of that stately lady, and was glancing nervously round at his wife and the Squire from moment to moment.
"Yes, madam," he was saying, "it"s turnips we are going to plant in that field just yonder. We have had a very good crop of hay too. It is a fine season, and the potatoes promise to be a sight for sore eyes."
"I hate the very name of that root," said Mrs. O"Shanaghgan in her most drawling tones.
"Why, then, ma"am, you don"t say so," answered Murphy; "it seems hard on the poor things that keep us all going. The potheen and the potatoes--what would Ireland be without "em? Glory be to goodness, it"s quite awful to hear you abusing the potato, ma"am."
"I am English, you know," said Mrs. O"Shanaghgan.
On this scene Nora and Biddy entered. Mr. Murphy glanced with intense relief at his daughter. Mrs. O"Shanaghgan slightly raised her brows.
It was the faintest of movements, but the superciliousness of the action smote upon Nora, who colored painfully.
Biddy, taking her courage in her hand, went straight up to the august lady.
"How do you do?" she said.
Mrs. O"Shanaghgan extended her hand with a limp action.
"Oh, dear!" panted Biddy.
"What is up, my dear Bridget?" said her mother, turning round and looking at her daughter. "Oh, to goodness, what have you put that on for? It"s your very best Sunday-go-to-meeting dress, and you won"t have another, I can tell you, for six months."
"There now, mother, hush, do," said Biddy. "I have put it on for a purpose. Why, then, it"s sweet I want to make myself, and I believe it"s sweet I look. Oh, there"s the mirror; let me gaze at myself."
She crossed the room, and stood in front of a long gla.s.s, examining her unsuitable dress from the front and side; and then, being thoroughly satisfied with the elegance of appearance, she went back and stood in front of Mrs. O"Shanaghgan.
"It"s a request I want to make of you, ma"am," she said.
"Well, Biddy, I will listen to it if you will ask me properly," said Mrs. O"Shanaghgan.
"Yes, to be sure," said Biddy. "How shall I say it?"
"Speak quietly, my dear."
"Yes, Biddy, I do wish you would take pattern by Nora, and by Mrs.
O"Shanaghgan," said Mrs. Murphy, who in her heart of hearts envied Mrs. O"Shanaghgan"s icy manners, and thought them the most perfect in all the world. She was in mortal fear of this good lady, even more terrified of her than her husband was.
"Well, Biddy," said Mrs. O"Shanaghgan.
"May Nora come and spend tomorrow night here?"
"No," was on Mrs. O"Shanaghgan"s lips; but just then the Squire came forward.
"To be sure she may; it will do her a sight of good. The child hardly ever goes from home."
Mrs. O"Shanaghgan raised displeased eyes to her husband"s face.
"Girls of Nora"s age ought to stay at home," she said.
"Yes, to be sure, to be sure," said the Squire; "and we would miss her awfully if she was away from us; but a day or two off duty--eh, madam?" He glanced at his wife.
"You have your answer, Biddy," said Mrs. O"Shanaghgan; "her father wishes Nora to accept your invitation. She may stay away for one night--no longer."
Biddy winked broadly round at Nora.
"Now, then," she said, "come along." She seized her friend by the arm, and whisked her out of the room.
"It was the dress that did it," she said; "it is the loveliest garment in all the world. Come along now, and let"s take it off. I want to gather those eggs for you."
She ran upstairs again, followed by Nora. The dress was disposed of in the large wooden wardrobe, the old torn frock readjusted on Biddy"s stout form, and the girls went out into the lovely summer air. The eggs which Nora required were put into the little basket, and in half an hour the O"Shanaghgans" party were returning at full speed to Castle O"Shanaghgan. Nora glanced once into her father"s face, and her heart gave a great leap. Her high spirits left her as if by magic; she felt a lump in her throat, and during the rest of the drive hardly spoke.
The Squire, on the contrary, talked incessantly. He talked more than ever after Nora had looked at him. He slapped his wife on the shoulder, and complimented her on her bravery. Nora"s driving was the very best in all the world; she was a born whip; she had no fear in her; she was his own colleen, the Light o" the Morning, the dearest, sweetest soul on earth.
Mrs. O"Shanaghan replied very briefly and coldly to her husband"s excited words. She treated them with what she imagined the contempt they deserved; but Nora was neither elated just then by her father"s praise nor chilled by her mother"s demeanor. Every thought of her heart, every nerve in her highly strung frame, was concentrated on one fact alone--she had surprised a look, a look on the Squire"s face, which told her that his heart was broken.
CHAPTER V.
"I AM ASHAMED OF YOU."
It was late that same evening, and the household at the Castle had all retired to rest. Nora was in her own room. This room was not furnished according to an English girl"s fancy. It was plain and bare, but, compared to Biddy Murphy"s chamber, it was a room of comfort and even luxury. A neat carpet covered the floor, there were white dimity curtains to the windows, and the little bed in its distant recess looked neat and comfortable. It is true that the washhand-stand was wooden, and the basin and jug of the plainest type; but Mrs. O"Shanaghgan herself saw that Nora had at least what she considered the necessaries of life. She had a neat hanging-press for her dresses, and a pretty chest of drawers, which her mother herself had saved up her pin-money to buy for her.
Nora now stood by one of the open windows, her thick and very long black hair hanging in a rippling ma.s.s over her neck and shoulders.
Suddenly, as she bent out of the window, the faint, very faint perfume of a cigar came up on the night air. She sniffed excitedly for a moment, and then, bending a little more forward, said in a low tone:
"Is that you, Terry?"
"Yes--why don"t you go to bed?" was the somewhat ungracious response.
"I am not sleepy. May I come down and join you?"
"No."
"Will you come up and join me?"
The answer was about to be "No"; there was a moment"s hesitation, then Nora"s voice said pleadingly, "Ah, do now, Terry; I want to say something so badly."
"But if anybody hears?"
"They can"t hear. Father and mother"s room is at the other end of the house."