If it be true, I must to my father." A cloud that sweeps over the April sun could scarce have cast the gloom which did this little speech on us who heard it.

For the maiden, lady as she was, had become a sister to us.
Yet she was resolved; and hearing that the poet had remembered where he might hear of this gentleman in London, to deliver to him his poem, she begged me to go with the man of verse and find him out, and if possible bring him to her.
Which I did with no great difficulty.

For the Irishman--who seemed a sort of steward of Turlogh's household--was still in his lodgings, waiting an audience with the Secretary's secretary.

And when he heard who it was had sent me, he fell on his knees and thanked the saints for vouchsafing his master this great mercy; and, never looking twice at the poet, he came with me joyfully to the maiden.
It was all as the poet had reported.

And the fellow had somewhat more to say.