New York_ The Novel - Edward Rutherfurd [62]
Well, it seemed that this Rose was wonderfully quick with the needle, and Violet was looking for someone to give her regular work. And when I told her I belonged to the governor now, she was wondering if I couldn’t do something for her.
“Wait a while,” I said, “and I’ll see.”
I started my work the next day. Using a framework of thin sticks, like wickerwork, I began to make a rough model of the governor’s body. Fortunately, having always been good with my hands, the task was easy enough. Taking one of his shirts, I was able to adjust this to make it perfect. Then I bought lengths of silk and of lining. This cost me a good deal of my savings, but I was confident of getting a return. After this, I borrowed an old dress of Her Ladyship’s, which I knew she never used. Then I loaded all these items onto a cart and took them up to Violet’s.
“Her Ladyship wishes to give a dress to a friend out on Long Island,” I told her. “This is the shape of her body, but we are not sure of her height, so the dress must be left long, and we can hem it later.” Then I showed her the dress I’d borrowed, to use as a model for the design, and told her that if Rose could do it she’d be well paid. “She can do it,” said Violet. So I told them I’d be back in two weeks.
And sure enough, when I returned, it was done. And I returned to His Lordship, and told him I had a dress which I thought would fit him better. When he saw the dress, he stared at the material and ran his hand over the silk, and said I had chosen very well. The fit was perfect. I hemmed it then and there myself, and His Lordship was delighted.
“It cost a bit, My Lord,” I told him, and named a figure that was less than any of the dressmakers in the town would have charged. He gave me the money on the spot. The next day, I paid Rose for her work—a small amount, but enough to please her. And then I waited.
As it happened, Her Ladyship seemed to get better at this time. His Lordship and she resumed their normal life. Several times he wore that dress at supper, and remained entirely satisfied. But after a while, as I had expected, he asked me if I couldn’t get him another. I said I reckoned I could. But the next day I came in with a long face.
“There’s a difficulty, Your Lordship,” I told him. I explained that the dressmaker where I’d got the dress was getting suspicious. Wasn’t I the governor’s slave, she had asked, and told me that if Her Ladyship wanted a dress, they would not give her credit. His Lordship groaned when I said that. “But they were wanting to know who the dress would be for,” I told him, “and I did not like the look in the dressmaker’s eye, so I said I would have to consult Her Ladyship,” I said.
Now although I had invented this tale, His Lordship knew that he was becoming more and more unpopular among the Dutch and the Presbyterians, and many others. He had enemies. So did Her Ladyship, on account of the unpaid bills. And there had also been a few rumors about His Lordship’s strange dressing, enough to make even a proud man like His Lordship cautious.
“You did right,” he said to me. “I suppose we’d better leave this for a while.” I could see he was disappointed, though.
So I waited another few days. Then, one evening when he was looking a little sad, I made my move.
“I’ve been thinking, Your Lordship,” I said. “There might be an answer to our problem.”
“Oh?” he said.
“Yes,” I said. For I had always considered, I told him, that if ever I became free, I might open a little store in the town, to sell all kinds of goods for ladies, and make dresses as well. I believed that Jan and Miss Clara would stake me and send me customers; and I already