There was Jack--more properly 'Jeck'-- Bartley, for instance, his bosom friend until they began to cool in consequence of a common interest in Miss Peckover.
Jack never wore a collar in his life, not even on Sundays, and was closely allied with all sorts of blackguards, who somehow made a living on the outskirts of turf-land.

And there was Eli Snape, compared with whom Jack was a person of refinement and culture.

Eli dealt surreptitiously in dogs and rats, and the mere odour of him was intolerable to ordinary nostrils; yet he was a species of hero in Bob's regard, such invaluable information could he supply with regard to 'events' in which young Hewett took a profound interest.

Perhaps a more serious aspect of Bob's disregard for social standing was revealed in his relations with the other sex.

Susceptible from his tender youth, he showed no ambition in the bestowal of his amorous homage.