Though she were dead, he would still carry her dead body into Bologna and lay it white and still before his King.
Europe from London to the Bosphorus should know the truth of her and ring with the wonder of her, though she were dead.

O'Toole, attracted by the noise of Mrs.Misset's lamentations, bent down over his horse's neck and looked into the carriage.
"Her Highness is dead!" he cried.
"Drive on," replied Wogan, through his clenched teeth.
Upon the other side of the carriage, Misset shouted through the window, "There is a spring by the roadside." "Drive on," said Wogan.
Gaydon touched him on the arm.
"You will stifle her, man." Wogan woke to a comprehension of his attitude, and placed Clementina back on her seat.

Mrs.Misset by good fortune had a small bottle of Carmelite water in her pocket; she held it to the Princess's nostrils, who in a little opened her eyes and saw her companions in tears about her, imploring her to wake.
"It is nothing," she said.

"Take courage, my poor marmosets;" and with a smile she added, "There's my six feet four with the tears in his eyes.
Did ever a woman have such friends ?" The sun came out in the sky as she spoke.

They had topped the pass and were now driving down towards Italy.