No, no.

Sparkling eyes and snowy breasts came hurriedly to many an upper casement as he clattered by, and gave him back his greeting: not stinted either, but sevenfold, good measure.

They were all merry.

They all laughed.

And some of the wickedest among them even kissed their hands as Tom looked back.
For who minded poor Mr Pinch?
There was no harm in HIM.
And now the morning grew so fair, and all things were so wide awake and gay, that the sun seeming to say--Tom had no doubt he said--'I can't stand it any longer; I must have a look,' streamed out in radiant majesty.