“Yes!” said the boy, looking up, “and to draw such figures as that. I should like to learn to place you on paper. You would make a far more beautiful picture than that is.”
The young lady smiled at the boy’s unsophisticated compliment. “Well, if you will come to the castle, I will try to teach you to read at all events,” she answered. “I should like such a pupil, for I am sure you would learn rapidly.”
“And I must help you, Lady Sophy,” said the little girl, who had been the first to draw attention to Dermot. “I am sure I should teach him to read very quickly, should I not, little fisher-boy? You would like to learn of me, would you not?”
“Indeed I would,” answered Dermot, looking at her with an expression of gratitude. “You are very gentle and kind, but I would not learn of those who try to force me.”
“When will you begin?” asked Lady Sophy.
“To-morrow. I long to gain the art you speak of,” answered the boy eagerly. “The priest tells me many things I have not known. Perhaps I shall be able to tell him some things he does not know.”
“So you wish to show this portrait to your mother?” observed Lady Sophy, in a kind tone. “I cannot trust you with it, but if you will tell me her name and where she lives, we will ride over some day and pay her a visit.”
“My mother is Ellen O’Neil, the Widow O’Neil, she is generally called, for my father is dead. She is a kind mother to me, and there are not many like her,” answered the boy with a proud tone, showing how highly he prized his remaining parent. “But our hut is not fit for such noble ladies as you are to enter,” he added, now gazing round the hall and for the first time comparing it with his own humble abode. “It is but a fisherman’s hut, and my mother and I live there alone. You could scarcely indeed ride down to it without the risk of your horses falling. If you will let me have the picture I will promise you faithfully that I will bring it back.”
“No, no!” answered the young lady, laughing; “perhaps your mother might keep it, and I want to have an excuse for paying her a visit. So we will come, tell her, and we shall not mind how small the hut may be.”
Dermot was at length compelled to explain where his mother’s hut was to be found, though he again warned the ladies that the approach to it was dangerous, and entreated them to keep well to the right away from the sea as they crossed the downs.