late, so there was no talk. The next day, I left early for Mr. Gaineâs printing shop, where my training as a printer commenced. Thus, I learned about type cases, type racks, the difference between upper and lower case letters, composing sticks, forms, wetting troughs, and quoins. I came to learn such a word as âgalley,â the difference between âpullerâ and âbeater,â how to ink type, plus a veritable encyclopedia of other words and tasks too numerous to list.
Though hard and inky work, it was never drudgery. I liked it. Moreover, Mr. Gaine was impressedâhe said soâby my quickness and willingness to learn. So it was that on that first day I went home weary but content. The knowledge that I was earning money, which could help William, gave added pleasure. For the moment I could think of nothing else.
But when I stepped into my house, I was taken aback by the sight of Lieutenant Andréâs large trunk in the middle of the common room. Sitting on it was his servant, Peter.
Although I had tried to put aside all tender sentiments regarding John André, I will be honest and say that when I saw the trunk and understood that he was about to go, my heart tumbled.
âIs your master leaving now?â I asked Peter.
âHe is saying his farewells to your parentsâ was the answer. The young man somehow hoisted the large trunk upon his back and left the house.
I knew what I could have done. Should have done. Gone into the back bedroom and made my respectful farewells along with my parents. If, as I assumed would be the case, John André offered some help concerning William, I should be there to thank him too.
Instead I remained where I was, opting for a romantical meeting with himâalone.
I had some while to wait, which I did with rising agitation. Might it be better to avoid him? Was I not confused enough about my feelings toward him as it were? As proof of my bewilderment, I did nothing. At length the inner door opened and André appeared. His look was serious, to which his dark complexion, black hair, and strong eyes gave a somber cast. When he gazed around, however, and saw me, his face brightened. That easy, frank smile, which I had come so much to admire, flashed upon me like new light.
âMiss Calderwood!â he exclaimed. âI am delighted to see you, indeed. I was afraid I was going to miss you.â
âThen you are really leaving?â I said, which, overall, was as dull a remark as one could make.
âTaken to Staten Island this very night. I was just paying my respects to your parents.â
There followed a moment of awkwardness. I did wonder that my parents did not follow him. The realization that they had not gave me unease.
âDid my parents ask . . . ?â I faltered.
âDid they request my help regarding your unfortunate brother?â
I nodded.
âThey did, Miss Calderwood. They did.â He paused.
I tried to read the small smile on his lips. Was it pleasure? Mockery? Sadness? Why would he not speak? âAnd?â I forced myself to say.
âMiss Calderwood, I beg you to comprehend the delicacy of my situation. I am the eldest son of my family, and with my father deceased, I am responsible for my relations: mother, three sisters, and a younger brother, whose name, by the by, is also William. In short, Miss Calderwood, I must not let the slightest hint of irregularity brush against my honor as a British officer. That honor is the most important thing in my life.
âI assure you, Miss Calderwood, my positing to Staten Island is pure coincidence but, given the circumstance, you must agree, fortunate for all.â
I added other meanings to his words but said only, âCan you not getâas you did for my fatherâan allegiance form for my brother?â
âI fear he has already taken up arms against the government.â
âThen you wonât