Back New York
Chapters (35)
  1. Maps
  2. Preface
  3. New Amsterdam
  4. New York
  5. The Boston Girl
  6. The Philadelphia Girl
  7. Montayne’s Tavern
  8. London
  9. Abigail
  10. The Loyalist
  11. The Patriot
  12. Vanessa
  13. War
  14. Fire
  15. Love
  16. The Capital
  17. Niagara
  18. Past Five Points
  19. Crystal Palace
  20. Lincoln
  21. The Draft
  22. Moonlight Sonata
  23. Snow
  24. Old England
  25. Ellis Island
  26. Empire State
  27. Brooklyn
  28. Verrazano Narrows
  29. After Dark
  30. Giving Birth
  31. Millennium
  32. The Board Game
  33. The Towers
  34. Epilogue
  35. Acknowledgments

I served them supper, and they were all very merry, His Lordship taking off his wig, saying it was damnable hot, and telling stories about the people they all knew at the English court. And I was glad to see them happy, for I guessed that, although they had a great position in New York, the governor and his lady must miss the theater and the court and their friends in London.

It seemed that His Lordship was pleased with the evening. For a month later, he arranged another. I helped him prepare, and he struggled considerably with Her Ladyship’s dress, which was too tight for him. “We shall have to do something about this,” he said to me.

This time he had two gentlemen from the great Dutch families of the English party, a van Cortlandt and a Philipse. They were much astonished when the queen entered, and neither of them having seen that lady, for a minute or two they did not realize the jest. I don’t think they enjoyed His Lordship’s performance, though, being polite, they didn’t say so.

As before, this took place in the governor’s house in the fort; and after the guests were gone, His Lordship had a desire to take the air, and told me to come with him up on the battlement of the fort that looked over the harbor.

It was a fine night, with the stars sparkling in the sky over the water. There was one sentry up there. He glanced at us, supposing that it must be Her Ladyship; and then, realizing it was not, he stared harder, but he couldn’t make out who this tall lady was, in the dark.

“It must have been here,” His Lordship remarked to me, “that Stuyvesant stood when the English came to take the city.”

“I believe so, My Lord,” I said.

He stayed there a while, and then we walked back. As we passed the sentry, the governor said, “Goodnight.” And hearing a man’s voice, I saw that sentry almost jump out of his skin. He was certainly staring after us as we departed. And after we came down, I said to His Lordship that the sentry had been astonished hearing a man’s voice coming from a lady, and that I wondered if he would realize who it was. But His Lordship just laughed and said, “Did we give him a fright?” And then I understood that in his heart, being such an aristocrat, the governor didn’t think it mattered what the sentry thought. And I realized this was a weakness in him.

From these evenings I also understood two other things. The first, that it pleased His Lordship to remind people that the queen was his cousin and that he looked like her. The second, that, as Queen Anne or not, he liked to dress as a woman.