He even obtained work down at the harbour through a friend of Mr. Kybird's. It was not of a very exalted nature, and caused more strain upon the back than the intellect, but seven years of roughing it had left him singularly free from caste prejudices, a freedom which he soon discovered was not shared by his old acquaintances at Sunwich. The discovery made him somewhat bitter, and when Hardy stopped him one afternoon as he was on his way home from work he tried to ignore his outstretched hand and continued on his way. [Illustration: "He even obtained work down at the harbor."] "It is a long time since we met," said Hardy, placing himself in front of him. "Good heavens," said Jack, regarding him closely, "it's Jemmy Hardy-- grown up spick and span like the industrious little boys in the school-books. I heard you were back here." "I came back just before you did," said Hardy. "Brass band playing you in and all that sort of thing, I suppose," said the other. "Alas, how the wicked prosper--and you were wicked. Do you remember how you used to knock me about?" "Come round to my place and have a chat," said Hardy. Jack shook his head. "They're expecting me in to tea," he said, with a nod in the direction of Mr. Kybird's, "and honest waterside labourers who earn their bread by the sweat of their brow--when the foreman is looking --do not frequent the society of the upper classes." "Don't be a fool," said Hardy, politely. "Well, I'm not very tidy," retorted Mr. Nugent, glancing at his clothes. "I don't mind it myself; I'm a philosopher, and nothing hurts me so long as I have enough to eat and drink; but I don't inflict myself on my friends, and I must say most of them meet me more than half-way." "Imagination," said Hardy. "All except Kate and my aunt," said Jack, firmly. "Poor Kate; I tried to cut her the other day." "Cut her?" echoed Hardy. Nugent nodded. "To save her feelings," he replied; "but she wouldn't be cut, bless her, and on the distinct understanding that it wasn't to form a precedent, I let her kiss me behind a waggon. Do you know, I fancy she's grown up rather good-looking, Jem?" "You are observant," said Mr. Hardy, admiringly. "Of course, it may be my partiality," said Mr. Nugent, with judicial fairness. "I was always a bit fond of Kate. I don't suppose anybody else would see anything in her. Where are you living now?" "Fort Road," said Hardy; "come round any evening you can, if you won't come now." Nugent promised, and, catching sight of Miss Kybird standing in the doorway of the shop, bade him good-bye and crossed the road. It was becoming quite a regular thing for her to wait and have her tea with him now, an arrangement which was provocative of many sly remarks on the part of Mrs. Kybird. [Illustration: "Miss Kybird standing in the doorway of the shop."] "Thought you were never coming," said Miss Kybird, tartly, as she led the way to the back room and took her seat at the untidy tea-tray.