Frederick burst into a boisterous laugh.

“What! do you think a dirty shopman would dare lay hands upon me?  I’d run him through the body as soon as look at him.  He’d better keep out of reach of my sword arm.  You can tell him so, fair sister, if you have a tendresse for the young counter jumper.”

Gertrude’s sensitive colour flew up, and her brother laughed loud and long, pointing his finger at her, and adding one coarse jest to another; but the mother interposed rather hastily, being uneasy at the turn the talk was taking.

“Hist, children, no more of this!

“I would not that this tale came to your father’s ears, Frederick; it were better to have a care where our neighbours are concerned.  Let the wench alone.  There are many prettier damsels than she, who will not rebuff you in such fashion.”

“Ay, verily, but that is the spice of it all.  When the wench gives you kiss for kiss, it is sweet, but flavourless.  A box on the ear, and a merry chase through the streets afterwards, is a game more to my liking.  I’ll see the little witch again and be even with her, or my name’s not Frederick Mason the Scourer!”

“Your father will like it ill if it comes to his ears,” remarked Madam, with a touch of uneasiness; “and for my part, the less we have to do with our neighbours the better.  They are no fit associates for us.”

“Say that we are no fit associates for them,” murmured Gertrude, beneath her breath.

Her heart was swelling with sorrow and anger.  In her eyes there was no young man in all London town to be compared with Reuben Harmer.  From the day when in childhood they had playfully plighted their troth, she had never ceased to regard him as the one man in the world most worthy of love and reverence, and she knew that he had never ceased to look upon her with the same feelings.

Latterly they had had but scant opportunities of meeting.  Madam threw every possible obstacle in the way of her daughter’s entering the doors of that house, and kept her own closed against those of her former friends whom she now chose to regard as her inferiors.  Madam had never been liked.  She had always held her head high, and shown that she thought herself too good for the place she occupied.  Her house had never been popular.  No neighbours had ever been in the habit of running in and out to exchange bits of news with her, or ask for the loan of some recipe or household convenience.  It had not been difficult to seclude herself in her gradually increasing dignities, and only her daughter had keenly felt the difference when she had intimated that she wished the intimacy between her family and that of the Harmers to cease.

Frederick had long since taken to himself other associates of a more congenial kind.  The Master Builder went to and fro as before, permitting his wife full indulgence of her fads and fancies, but resolved to exercise his own individual liberty, and quite unconscious of the blow that was being inflicted upon his daughter, who was naturally tied by her mother’s commands, and forced to abide by her regulations.