John and he had no interests in common; there even existed a slight antipathy on the father's part of late years.

Strangely enough this feeling expressed itself one day in the form of a rebuke to Bob for neglecting Pennyloaf--Pennyloaf, whom John had always declined to recognise.
'I hear no good of your goin's on,' remarked Hewett, on a casual encounter in the street.

'A married man ought to give up the kind of company as you keep.' 'I do no harm,' replied Bob bluntly.

'Has my wife been complaining to you ?' 'I've nothing to do with her; it's what I'm told.' 'By Kirkwood, I suppose?
You'd better not have made up with him again, if he's only making mischief.' 'No, I didn't mean Kirkwood.' And John went his way.

Odd thing, was it not, that this embittered leveller should himself practise the very intolerance which he reviled in people of the upper world.