The Villa Torlonia, a former ducal residence of imposing
terraces and sunken gardens, was the idyll where Conrad lived his first eight
years. Rome His grandfather, Acheson Ffrench, had once visited the area
while on the Grand Tour in 1834. Conrad remembers stories of Brigands
terrorizing the local populace told to him by his grandfather over the large
kitchen grate. An entry in his grandfather’s diary reads:
"Well,
thank God. I have passed the most dangerous road today without molestation.
Before I started from Rome numerous friends endeavoured to dissuade me from
making the journey on foot owing to the likely attack from brigands....."
(DM p. 9)
The ffrenches
were never to be dissuaded by the prospect of attendant danger if their mind
was set, a trait Conrad inherited with aces.
His
father, Harry, was in his element. He became an active participant in Roman
Society. The Villa Torlonia was the scene of many lavish parties and was
visited by the great and good of Rome and "princes of the Church
and members of foreign nobility" (DM p. 10).
Conrad’s
mother, on the other hand, was not a wholehearted participant in these events.
She wished for peace and tranquility and the opportunity to enjoy these
romantic environs with her beloved husband. But there were times when these two
worlds coincided and Conrad recalls blissful summer evenings when the scented
air was filled with strains of piano music from the drawing room.
“I could
hear my father at the piano within, his touch strong and resonant. Having
finished a Schumann arabesque he would accompany my mother in some Mendelssohn
songs, her voice not strong but true." (DM p. 11)
This rarefied
and essentially privileged lifestyle contrasted darkly with the spectacle of
the beggars in their abjection and the sight of overburdened beasts being
driven mercilessly by "ignorant peasants" along the sunken road of
the Grotto Ferret overlooked to the north. These earliest recollections
illustrate, perhaps, the beginnings of Conrad’s ethical life-view and the
societal orbit which was to make him such a consummate master of infiltration
and intelligence gathering: Conrad was to play the role of wealthy playboy and
sportsman. These early impressions and experiences already prefigure the realm
he was to inhabit for King and country.
This
idyllic life was to end when, for the sake of their children's education, the ffrenches
moved to Florence. They lived in a house called the Piazza della
Indipendenza close to an elementary school run by a Mr Begg. Conrad’s education
began with tutored tours of Florence’s
galleries and Cathedral. However, as his brother, Rollo, was coming of
school age, this formative interlude was soon over. There followed the
inevitable return to Britain so that Conrad and Rollo, now 8
and 9 respectively, could begin their studies in earnest. The family moved into
a large house in Sussex Square Gardens, Brighton.
Their school, the Rostellan, was
just across the square. Soon afterward, Winnifred Ffrench, a devout Protestant,
decided to have Conrad’s infant sister, Yvonne, baptized into this faith. The
upshot was that his father left. Conrad was never to know the full reasons for
the departure, but he tells of his father becoming very angry – he “picked up
his hat and walked out of the house never to return." During these
upheavals Conrad looked to Rollo for support. Soon he was to join him at The
Wick Prepatory School in neighbouring Hove. Conrad, never the natural academic, did badly and
suffered emotionally because of it. Rollo, who was the opposite and enjoyed
success in his studies, helped Conrad, who, in turn, grew more devoted to him.
The family
moved again – to Montpellier Hall in Brighton, a property owned by an aunt, which, although not
as grand as the Square, was large and comfortable. It was here that Conrad met
Mr Nye, a retired coal merchant who lived next door. Mr Nye was Master and
huntsman of the Brighton Foot Beagles. "It was then,” Conrad writes, “I
awoke to the instinct of the hunt." He was soon a member of the hunting
fraternity and wore his hunt button with pride on his new tweed jacket. His
early teens were caught up in country pursuits and soon he had his own dog – a
Cocker Spaniel, Nell – a ferret, Tino, and, later, Boxer – a Springer Spaniel.
He followed his new interests with a passion; he had truly found a role he felt
at home in.
When Rollo
left the Wick school, he was sent as a boarder to Wellington College. Conrad, however, did not follow
him. Instead of an academic boarding school, Conrad went to Bradley
Court an Agricultural
College
in the Forest of Dean near Gloucester. In his second year, he became a
junior member of the Ledbury Fox Hounds, the Master being none other than his
mothers’ cousin, George Thursby. Conrad was an enthusiastic huntsman and it
became an abiding pastime throughout his life. The hunt scene was the exclusive
territory of the established order in Britain. Stewart Menzies was a keen
huntsman and, to some extent, ran his secret service from atop a hunter in the
field. What more private a place can one imagine for secrets to be exchanged?
Just after
his sixteenth birthday, Conrad was summoned to the Headmaster’s office. Rollo
was dead. An accident during a game of football at Wellington had cost him his life. It was a
devastating blow. He left Bradley and began to study practical farming nearby
in the Evesham Valley. Conrad’s
mother moved to
Folkestone, and while visiting her at Easter 1910, Conrad was out on the cliffs
one day chasing rabbits with Nell when he met a retired Canadian Rancher from Buffalo
Lake, Saskatchewan. He told Conrad about the wild
frontier and suggested joining the Royal Canadian Mounted Police. The spark of
adventure was ignited. And, thus, in the April of 1910, and aged just
seventeen, Conrad boarded the liner Empress of Britain for Quebec and thence overland to Buffalo Lake and a new life in the Mounties.