“And if Your Honor,” concluded this excellent but somewhat prosy old gentleman, “shall see fit to persist in bringing these mercenary sworders and musketeers into our quiet streets, not on our heads be the responsibility.  Think, sir, while there is yet time, that if one drop of blood be shed, that blood shall be an eternal stain upon Your Honor’s memory.  You, sir, have written with an able pen the deeds of our forefathers; the more to be desired is it, therefore, that yourself should deserve honorable mention as a true patriot and upright ruler when your own doings shall be written down in history.”

“I am not insensible, my good sir, to the natural desire to stand well in the annals of my country,” replied Hutchinson, controlling his impatience into courtesy, “nor know I any better method of attaining that end than by withstanding the merely temporary spirit of mischief which, with your pardon, seems to have infected older men than myself.  Would you have me wait till the mob shall sack the province-house as they did my private mansion?  Trust me, sir, the time may come when you will be glad to flee for protection to the king’s banner, the raising of which is now so distasteful to you.”

“Yes,” said the British major, who was impatiently expecting the lieutenant-governor’s orders.  “The demagogues of this province have raised the devil, and cannot lay him again.  We will exorcise him in God’s name and the king’s.”

“If you meddle with the devil, take care of his claws,” answered the captain of Castle William, stirred by the taunt against his countrymen.

“Craving your pardon, young sir,” said the venerable selectman, “let not an evil spirit enter into your words.  We will strive against the oppressor with prayer and fasting, as our forefathers would have done.  Like them, moreover, we will submit to whatever lot a wise Providence may send us—­always after our own best exertions to amend it.”

“And there peep forth the devil’s claws!” muttered Hutchinson, who well understood the nature of Puritan submission.  “This matter shall be expedited forthwith.  When there shall be a sentinel at every corner and a court of guard before the town-house, a loyal gentleman may venture to walk abroad.  What to me is the outcry of a mob in this remote province of the realm?  The king is my master, and England is my country; upheld by their armed strength, I set my foot upon the rabble and defy them.”

He snatched a pen and was about to affix his signature to the paper that lay on the table, when the captain of Castle William placed his hand upon his shoulder.  The freedom of the action, so contrary to the ceremonious respect which was then considered due to rank and dignity, awakened general surprise, and in none more than in the lieutenant-governor himself.  Looking angrily up, he perceived that his young relative was pointing his finger to the opposite wall.  Hutchinson’s eye followed the signal, and he saw what had hitherto been unobserved—­that a black silk curtain was suspended before the mysterious picture, so as completely to conceal it.  His thoughts immediately recurred to the scene of the preceding afternoon, and in his surprise, confused by indistinct emotions, yet sensible that his niece must have had an agency in this phenomenon, he called loudly upon her: