whispered a spectator . `` It is frightful to , see her gliding about the chambers and rejoicing there without a soul to bear her company . '' `` It is as if she were making merry in a tomb , '' said another . `` Pshaw ! It is no such mystery , '' observed an old man , after some brief exercise of memory . `` Mistress Dudley is keeping jubilee for the king of England 's birthday . '' Then the people laughed aloud , and would have thrown mud against the blazing transparency of the king 's crown and initials , only that they pitied the poor old dame who was so dismally triumphant amid the wreck and ruin of the system to which she appertained . Oftentimes it was her custom to climb the weary staircase that wound upward to the cupola , and thence strain her dimmed eyesight seaward and countryward , watching for a British fleet or for the march of a grand procession with the king 's banner floating over it . The passengers in the street below would discern her anxious visage and send up a shout : `` When the golden Indian on the province-house shall shoot his arrow , and when the cock on the Old South spire shall crow , then look for a royal governor again ! '' for this had grown a by-word through the town . And at last , after long , long years , old Esther Dudley knew -- or perchance she only dreamed -- that a royal governor was on the eve of returning to the province-house to receive the heavy key which Sir William Howe had committed to her charge . Now , it was the fact that intelligence bearing some faint analogy to Esther 's version of it was current among the townspeople . She set the mansion in the best order that her means allowed , and , arraying herself in silks and tarnished gold , stood long before the blurred mirror to admire her own magnificence . As she gazed the gray and withered lady moved her ashen lips , murmuring half aloud , talking to shapes that she saw within the mirror , to shadows of her own fantasies , to the household friends of memory , and bidding them rejoice with her and come forth to meet the governor . And while absorbed in this communion Mistress Dudley heard the tramp of many footsteps in the street , and , looking out at the window , beheld what she construed as the royal governor 's arrival . `` Oh , happy day ! Oh , blessed , blessed hour ! '' she exclaimed . `` Let me but bid him welcome within the portal , and my task in the province-house and on earth is done . '' Then , with tottering feet which age and tremulous joy caused to tread amiss , she hurried down the grand staircase , her silks sweeping and rustling as she went ; so that the sound was as if a train of special courtiers were thronging from the dim mirror .
And Esther Dudley fancied that as soon as the wide door should be flung open all the pomp and splendor of bygone times would pace majestically into the XXXXX and the gilded tapestry of the past would be brightened by the sunshine of the present .
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