Following closely upon these events came the news of Cornwallis’s surrender, and Lord North made his famous exclamation:
“O God! It is all over!”
CHAPTER XLI
Mollie Greydon could not arise on the morning after the interview between her father and Roderick Barclugh. She sank into a low fever and for two months she lingered between life and death while being nursed by her faithful friend, Segwuna. In her delirium she talked about the Assembly at the French Ministers and oft repeated:
“The dance is the language of love.”
Then she would see the horses galloping down the road beside the Delaware where she outdistanced Roderick Barclugh on her thoroughbred, “Prince.”
She would pass her hand over the bed-covering and pat it with such a loving and gentle touch as she said:
“Noble Prince, noble Prince, you are such a fine horse, Prince. If he does not love me, you do, don’t you, Prince?