Lord Mayor? pshaw! replied Margaret.
And why pshaw at my Lord Mayor, sweetheart? or perhaps you pshaw at my prophecy; but there is a cross in every ones line of life as well as in yours, darling. And what though I see a prentices flat cap in this pretty palm, yet there is a sparking black eye under it, hath not its match in the Ward of Farringdon-Without.
Whom do you mean, dame? said Margaret coldly.
Whom should I mean, said Dame Ursula, but the prince of prentices, and king of good company, Jenkin Vincent?
Out, woman Jenkin Vincent? a clown a Cockney! exclaimed the indignant damsel.