Look up! Yonder stately old house gave its daughter to the penniless knight.

She is one of our customers too; a handsome woman, and not one of the worst either.
But her mother, who was born a countess--if the shoe doesn't make a foot small which Nature created big, there's such an outcry! True, the old woman, her mother, is worse still; she scolds and screams.

But look up at the bow window.

There she stands.

I'm only a poor brewer's son, but before I----" "You don't say so!" the other interrupted.