“Eh day!” exclaimed Mrs. Wood; “here’s a pretty to-do about nothing.  Marry, come up!  I’ll see who’s to be obeyed.  Drink the toast, Jack.”

“At your peril, sirrah!” cried Wood.

“He was hanged that left his drink behind, you know, master,” rejoined Sheppard.  “Here’s King James the Third, and confusion to his enemies!”

“Very well,” said the carpenter, sitting down amid the laughter of the company.

“Jack!” cried Thames, in a loud voice, “you deserve to be hanged for a rebel as you are to your lawful king and your lawful master.  But since we must have toasts,” he added, snatching up a glass, “listen to mine:  Here’s King George the First! a long reign to him! and confusion to the Popish Pretender and his adherents!”

“Bravely done!” said Wood, with tears in his eyes.

“That’s the kinchin as was to try the dub for us, ain’t it?” muttered Smith to his companion as he stole a glance at Jack Sheppard.

“Silence!” returned Jackson, in a deep whisper; “and don’t muddle your brains with any more of that Pharaoh.  You’ll need all your strength to grab him.”

“What’s the matter?” remarked Kneebone, addressing Sheppard, who, as he caught the single but piercing eye of Jackson fixed upon him, started and trembled.

“What’s the matter?” repeated Mrs. Wood in a sharp tone.

“Ay, what’s the matter, boy!” reiterated Jackson sternly.  “Did you never see two gentlemen with only a couple of peepers between them before!”

“Never, I’ll be sworn!” said Smith, taking the opportunity of filling his glass while his comrade’s back was turned; “we’re a nat’ral cur’osity.”

“Can I have a word with you, master?” said Sheppard, approaching Wood.

“Not a syllable!” answered the carpenter, angrily.  “Get about your business!”

“Thames!” cried Jack, beckoning to his friend.

But Darrell averted his head.

“Mistress!” said the apprentice, making a final appeal to Mrs. Wood.

“Leave the room instantly, sirrah!” rejoined the lady, bouncing up, and giving him a slap on the cheek that made his eyes flash fire.

“May I be cursed,” muttered Sheppard, as he slunk away with (as the woollen-draper pleasantly observed) ‘a couple of boxes in charge,’ “if ever I try to be honest again!”

“Take a little toasted cheese with the swig, Mr. Smith,” observed Wood.  “That’s an incorrigible rascal,” he added, as Sheppard closed the door; “it’s only to-day that I discovered—­”

“What?” asked Jackson, pricking up his ears.

“Don’t speak ill of him behind his back, father,” interposed Thames.

“If I were your father, young gentleman,” returned Jackson, enraged at the interruption, “I’d teach you not to speak till you were spoken to.”

Thames was about to reply, but a glance from Wood checked him.

“The rebuke is just,” said the carpenter; “at the same time, I’m not sorry to find you’re a friend to fair play, which, as you seem to know, is a jewel.  Open that bottle with a blue seal, my dear.  Gentlemen! a glass of brandy will be no bad finish to our meal.”