Denis said nothing, he could not; he stood staring at the floor.
Lord Clancarty laughed a little bitterly.
“Go tend the horses, man,” he said; “you saw Neerwinden—why do you stand there like a woman? Death comes but once.”
“Ah, my lord,” said Denis, and the tears ran down his cheeks, “ye shall not die.”
Clancarty turned his face to the wall lest he, too, should show weakness.
“My dark Rosaleen,
My fond Rosaleen!
Would give me life and soul anew,
A second life, a soul anew!
My dark Rosaleen!”