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 had a seamstress in mind that I could employ. “If I had that business,” I said, “I could make Your Lordship any dresses you want, and there’d be no one to ask questions. For people wouldn’t see me as Your Lordship’s slave any more. Nobody except me would know I was even supplying you. I could supply Her Ladyship too. And naturally, where Your Lordship is concerned, I wouldn’t be looking for profit. I’d supply Your Lordship and Her Ladyship at cost.”

“At cost?” he said, and I nodded.

“Not only dresses, Your Lordship. Petticoats, silk stockings, anything you and Your Ladyship might like,” I said.

“Hmm,” said His Lordship. “And the price for this is to give you your freedom?”

“I couldn’t do it otherwise,” I said.

“I will consider it,” he said.

Now you may think I was taking a risk in offering to supply Her Ladyship, given that her bills were not always paid. But I reckoned that His Lordship would take good care to pay my bills, if he wanted any more dresses.