Now one of the doctors had a man with him was a very soft-spoken person, and he up and says:
“Maybe your honours would be giving me permission to visit the young gentleman. I have a tongue on me is that sweet I do be drawing the secrets of the world out of men and women and little children.”
Well they brought him up to the room and they left him alone with M’Carthy. He sat down by the side of the bed and began for to flatter him, the like of such conversation was never heard before.
At long last he says, “Let your Lordship’s honour be telling me—What is it ails you at all?”
“You will never let on to a living soul?” asks M’Carthy.
“Is it that I’d be lodging an information against a noble person like yourself?” says the man.
With that the young gentleman began telling the secrets of his heart.
“It is no disease is on me,” says he, “but a terrible misfortune.”
“’Tis heart scalded I am that you have either a sorrow or a sickness, and you grand to look on and better to listen to,” says the other.
“It is in love I am,” says M’Carthy.