He had wasted fourteen years out of the life of his only son.

And Jo was no longer a social pariah.

He was married.

Old Jolyon had been unable to refrain from marking his appreciation of the action by enclosing his son a cheque for L500.

The cheque had been returned in a letter from the 'Hotch Potch,' couched in these words.
'MY DEAREST FATHER, 'Your generous gift was welcome as a sign that you might think worse of me.