CHAPTER II
Honor"s Home
For a full understanding of Honor Fitzgerald we must go back a few weeks, and see her in that Irish home which was so far away and so utterly different from Chessington College. Kilmore Castle was a great, rambling, old-fashioned country house, built beside an inland creek of the sea, and sheltered by a range of hills from the wild winds of Kerry. To Honor that was the dearest and most beautiful spot in the world. She loved every inch of it--the silvery strips of water that led between bold, rocky headlands out to the broad Atlantic; the tall mountain peaks that showed so rugged an outline against the sky; the brown, peat-stained river that came brawling down from the uplands, and poured itself noisily into the creek; the wide, lonely moors, with their stretches of brilliant green gra.s.s and dark, treacherous bog pools; and the craggy cliffs that made a barrier against the ever-dashing waves, and round which thousands of sea birds flew, with harsh cries and whir of white wings.
Its situation at the end of a long peninsula made Kilmore Castle an isolated little kingdom of its own. On the sh.o.r.e stood a row of low, fishermen"s white-washed cabins, dignified by the name of "the village"; but otherwise there was no human habitation in sight, and Ballycroghan, the market town and nearest postal, railway, and telegraph station, was ten miles off.
Trees were rarities at Kilmore; a few stunted specimens, all blown one way by the prevailing gale, grew as if huddled together for protection at the foot of the glen, but they were the exception that proved the rule; nevertheless, under the sheltering walls of the Castle Mrs.
Fitzgerald had managed to acclimatize some exotic shrubs, and to cultivate quite a beautiful garden of flowers, for the temperature was uniformly mild, though the winds were boisterous. Brilliant St.
Brigid"s anemones, the poet"s narcissus, tulips, jonquils, and hyacinths bloomed here almost as early as in the Scilly Isles, and made patches of fragrant brightness under the sitting-room windows; while in the crannies of the walls might be seen delicate maidenhair and other ferns, too tender generally to stand a winter in the open.
Born and bred in this far-away corner of the world, Honor had grown up almost a child of nature. Her whole life had been spent as much as possible out-of-doors, boating, fishing, or swimming in the creek; driving in a low-backed car over the rough Kerry roads; galloping her s.h.a.ggy little pony on the moors; following the otter hounds up the river, and sharing in any sport that her father considered suitable for her age and s.e.x. She was the only girl among five brothers, and in her mother"s opinion was by far the most difficult to manage of the whole flock. All the wild Irish blood of the family seemed to have settled in her; the high spirits, the fire, the pride, the quick temper, the impatience of control, the happy-go-lucky, idle, irresponsible ways of a long line of hot-headed ancestors had skipped a generation or two, and, as if they had been bottling themselves up during the interval, had reappeared with renewed force in this particular specimen of the Fitzgerald race.
"She"s more trouble than the five boys put together," her mother often declared, and her friends cordially agreed with her. Mrs. Fitzgerald herself was a mild, quiet, nervous, delicate lady, as much astonished at her lively, tempestuous daughter as a meek little hedge-sparrow would be, that had hatched a young cuckoo. Frankly, she did not understand Honor, whose strong, uncontrolled character differed so entirely from her own gentle, clinging, dependent disposition; and whose storms of grief or anger, wild fits of waywardness and equally pa.s.sionate repentance, and self-willed disobedience, alternating with sudden bursts of reformation, were a constant source of worry and anxiety, and the direct opposite of her ideal of girlhood. Poor Mrs.
Fitzgerald would have liked a docile, tractable daughter, who would have been content to sit beside her sofa doing fancy work, instead of riding to hounds; and who would have had more consideration for her weak state of health. She appreciated Honor"s warm-hearted affection to the full, but at the same time wished she could make her realize that rough hugs, boisterous kisses, and loud tones were hardly suitable to an invalid. Suffering as she was from a painful and incurable complaint, it was sometimes impossible for her to admit Honor to her sick-room, and for weeks together the girl would hardly see her mother.
It was through no lack of love that Honor had failed to give that service and tenderness which, in the circ.u.mstances, an only daughter might so fitly have rendered; it was from sheer want of thought, and general heedlessness. Some girls early acquire a sense of responsibility and care for others, but in Honor these qualities were as undeveloped as in a child of six.
Many were the governesses who had attempted to tame the young rebel, and bring her into a state of law and order, but all had been equal failures. She had learnt lessons when she felt inclined, and left them undone when she was idle; and she had managed to make life in the schoolroom such a purgatory that it had been difficult to persuade any teacher to stay long at the Castle, and cope with so thankless a task as her education.
It had been of little use to complain to her father, the only person in the world whose authority she recognized; he was proud of his handsome daughter, and, except when her temper crossed his own, was apt to indulge her in most of her whims. Matters had at last, however, come to a crisis. An act of more than usual a.s.sumption on Honor"s part had aroused Major Fitzgerald"s utmost indignation, and had caused him suddenly to decide that she was spoiling at home, and that the only possible solution of the difficulty was to dispatch her to school as soon as the necessary arrangements could be made for her departure.
The incident that led to this resolution was very characteristic of Honor"s headstrong, impulsive nature. She was pa.s.sionately fond of horses, and for some time had been anxious to possess a new pony. It was not that she loved Pixie, her former favourite, any the less; but he was growing old, and was now scarcely able to take a fence, or carry her in mad career over the moors, being only fit for a sober trot on the high road, or to draw her mother"s Bath chair round the garden. To obtain a strong, well-bred, fiery subst.i.tute for Pixie was the summit of Honor"s ambition. One day, when she was with her father at Ballycroghan, she saw exactly the realization of her ideal. It was a small black cob, which showed a trace of Arab blood in its arching neck, slender limbs, and easy, springy motion. Though its bright eyes proved its high spirit, it was nevertheless as gentle as a lamb, and well accustomed to carrying a lady. Its owner, a local horse-dealer, was anxious to sell it, and pressed Major Fitzgerald to take it as a bargain. Honor simply fell in love with it on the spot. She ascertained that its name was Firefly, and begged and besought her father to buy it for her. But on this occasion he would not yield, even to her utmost coaxing. He did not wish to keep another pony in the stable, and he considered the price asked was excessive, and entirely beyond the present limits of his purse.
"No, Honor, it can"t be done," he said. "You must be content with poor old Pixie. I have quite enough expenses just now, without running into such an extravagance."
"But couldn"t I have it instead of something else?" pleaded Honor.
"There"s nothing we could knock off, dear child," replied her father.
"I could do without a governess," suggested Honor hopefully. "I"d set myself my own lessons, and learn them too. Oh, Daddy, darling, if we gave up Miss Bury, wouldn"t you have money enough to buy Firefly?"
Major Fitzgerald laughed in spite of himself.
"I consider Miss Bury a necessity, and not a luxury," he replied. "A governess is the very last person we could dispense with. I should like to see you setting your own lessons! Remarkably short and easy ones they would be! No, little woman, I"m afraid Firefly is an impossibility, and you must just try to forget his existence."
Unfortunately, that was exactly what Honor could not do. She thought continually about the beautiful black cob, and the more she dwelt on her disappointment the more keenly she felt it. She considered, most unreasonably, that her governess was the alternative of the pony, and that if she were without the one she might possibly acquire the other.
Her behaviour had never been exemplary, but on the strength of this grievance she grew so unruly, so disrespectful, and so absolutely unmanageable that Miss Bury at length refused to teach her any longer, and, after an interview with Major Fitzgerald in the library, packed her boxes and returned home to England.
Honor viewed her exodus with keen delight. It seemed the removal of an obstacle to her plan. She went in to luncheon determined to broach once more the subject of Firefly, hoping this time to meet with better success. She saw at once, however, from her father"s face, that he was not in a suitable mood to grant her any favour. He was much annoyed at the governess"s departure, for which he had the justice to blame Honor alone; and he was worried with business matters.
"That tiresome agent has not sent the telegram I expected," he announced. "I shall be obliged to go over to Cork, to consult my solicitor. Tell Murphy to have the trap ready by two o"clock, and let Holmes pack my bag. I shall probably be away until Friday evening."
As soon as her father had started for the station, Honor sauntered out in the direction of the stables. It was one of her mother"s bad days.
Mrs. Fitzgerald was confined to her room, therefore Honor, released from Miss Bury"s authority, felt herself her own mistress. Finding Fergus, the groom, she ordered him to saddle Pixie, and make ready to accompany her on a ride. Fergus was devoted to "Miss Honor", and would never have dreamt of disputing any command she might give him; before three o"clock, therefore, her pony was at the door, and, dressed in her neat blue habit, she was ambling away in the direction of Ballycroghan.
It was a leisurely progress, for poor Pixie"s gait was slow, in spite of his best endeavours, and Honor loved him too well to urge him hard.
She was determined to call at the horse-dealer"s, and to ascertain if Firefly were still for sale. Perhaps, when her father returned home, she might catch him at a favourable moment, and be able to cajole him into changing his mind and buying the cob. Mr. O"Connor, the horse-dealer, lived at a large farm on the way to the town, and, to Honor"s intense delight, the first object that met her eyes on approaching the house was Firefly, feeding demurely in a paddock to the left of the road. By an equally lucky chance Mr. O"Connor happened to be at home, and came hurrying out at once when he saw "one of the quality", as he expressed it, drawing bridle at his door.
"Good afternoon! I see you still have the black cob," began Honor eagerly.
"Yes, missy," replied the horse-dealer, "and I was thinking of sending a message to your father about him this very day. It"s the good fortune to see you here! I"ve had a man over from Limerick who"s anxious to take him--a tradesman who"d run him in a light cart--but I didn"t close the bargain at once. I said to my wife: "Firefly is too good a breed to carry out groceries. I"d rather be for selling him to the Castle. Miss Fitzgerald took the fancy for him, and I"ll not be parting with him till I"ve had word again from the Major." Maybe his honour will be wanting him, after all? But sure I must know at once, for the Limerick man will be here at noon to-morrow, and I"ve promised to tell him one way or another."
"Could you possibly wait until Sat.u.r.day?" asked Honor.
The dealer shook his head.
"I can"t afford to miss a sale," he replied. "I"ve had the cob on my hands for some time; it"s just eating its head off, and it"s anxious I am to get rid of it."
Honor was in a fever of excitement. Firefly, so spirited and so aristocratic, whose delicately shaped limbs looked only fit for leaping brooks, or cantering over the short gra.s.s on the uplands, to be sold to a tradesman, and to run between the shafts of a cart that delivered groceries! It seemed a degradation and an outrage. She could not dream of allowing it; she must save him at any cost from such a fate.
"Must you absolutely have an answer to-day?" she asked.
"Yes, missy. I fear I couldn"t put off Sullivan any longer than noon to-morrow. He"s a touchy man, and ready to carry his business elsewhere."
"Very well, then, that settles the matter. We will take the cob. You may send him over to the Castle this evening."
[Ill.u.s.tration: HONOR CONCLUDES THE PURCHASE OF FIREFLY]
Honor spoke in such a high-handed manner that the dealer never guessed she was acting on her own authority. As she had made a special visit to the farm, accompanied by her groom, he imagined she must have been entrusted by Major Fitzgerald with full powers to buy the pony if she wished.
"Many thanks to you, missy! It"s the fine mistress you"ll make for Firefly. My respects to his honour, and the price shall be the same as I was asking him before."
The price! Honor had quite forgotten that. Weighed against Firefly"s possible future, it had seemed an unimportant detail. She remembered now, however, that her father had considered it extravagant, and declared he could not afford it. The thought was sufficient to check her joy suddenly, and to send her home in a sober frame of mind that was well justified by the sequel.
Major Fitzgerald"s wrath, when he arrived on the Friday and found the black cob installed in the stable, was more serious than his daughter had ever experienced before.
"It was a piece of unwarranted presumption!" he declared. "I shall not allow you to keep the pony. It must be sent back to O"Connor"s, and resold at the first opportunity. As for you, the sooner you are packed off to school the better. We have indulged you too much at home, and it is time indeed that you learnt to submit to some kind of discipline."
The proposal to send her away to school was a terrible blow to Honor.
At first she appealed to her mother, begging her to plead with her father and try to persuade him to alter his resolution. But Mrs.
Fitzgerald, while regretting to part with her troublesome daughter, was so convinced of the wisdom of the proceeding that, instead of interceding, she applauded her husband"s decision.
"I can"t ever like England!" sobbed Honor. "I"d rather have our mountains and lakes and bogs than all the grand streets and houses. I"m Irish to the core, and I don"t believe any school over the water can change me. There"s no place in the world like Kilmore. I love even the cabins, and the peat fires, and the pigs, and the potatoes! I shan"t forget a single stick or stone of it, and I shall never know a moment"s happiness till I"m home again."
After considerable hesitation, and the examination of a large number of prospectuses, Major and Mrs. Fitzgerald had determined to send Honor to Chessington College. It had a wide and well-deserved reputation, and Miss Cavendish, the princ.i.p.al, was understood to give much individual attention to the characters and dispositions of her pupils. Added to this, it was situated within a few miles of the Naval Preparatory School where Dermot, Honor"s younger brother, had been for the last two years; so that they knew from experience that the neighbourhood was bracing and healthy.
"It"s a comfort, at any rate, that I shall be near Dermot," said Honor, as she sat watching while her mother superintended the maid who was packing her boxes.
"I"m afraid you won"t see much of him, dear, during term-time," replied Mrs. Fitzgerald. "He will not be able to visit you, I"m sure; neither will Miss Cavendish allow you to go out with him."
"Why not?" demanded Honor.
"Because it would be against the rules."
"Then the rules are absurd, and I shan"t keep them."