As he lay with mind so clear but his body so weak, he often dreamed to himself:
“Oh! if my God will only restore me to my full powers again, I shall live only to be worthy of the love of Mollie Greydon. She must be all that is worth living for,—beauty, grace and loving kindness.”
Each day as Mollie brought the fresh flowers to the sick-room, and on each occasion that she read to the sick, she noticed how longingly he watched her depart, and how he beamed with joy whenever she entered his sick-chamber to read some well-chosen classic.
In the course of a week, Roderick Barclugh began to recover his appetite, and at the end of two weeks, he was strong enough to ride out in the carriage with Mollie and the Doctor.
The three would drive in the morning and in the latter part of the afternoon as far as Germantown, and along the banks of the Delaware.
These drives greatly benefited Barclugh’s health; he had also a most excellent opportunity to get acquainted with the one who was the desire of his heart.
One day as they drove toward Philadelphia they met Segwuna. Nothing would satisfy Mollie unless she rode with them.
Mollie made room for her on the seat in the carriage that faced Dr. Greydon and Mr. Barclugh.
“Don’t you think that our patient looks much improved, Segwuna?” queried Dr. Greydon, good-naturedly, as the carriage rolled along the highway.
“Yes, Dr. Greydon,” answered Segwuna, uncomfortably, as she sat looking vacantly into the carriage top.