They WERE reconciled, as much as ever they could be.

The woman looked at him, thought what she might be but for him, and scorned and loathed him with a feeling that almost amounted to insanity.

What nights she lay awake, weeping, and cursing herself and him! His humility and beseeching looks only made him more despicable and hateful to her.
If Hayes did not hate the mother, however, he hated the boy--hated and feared him dreadfully.

He would have poisoned him if he had had the courage; but he dared not: he dared not even look at him as he sat there, the master of the house, in insolent triumph.

O God! how the lad's brutal laughter rung in Hayes's ears; and how the stare of his fierce bold black eyes pursued him! Of a truth, if Mr.Wood loved mischief, as he did, honestly and purely for mischief's sake, he had enough here.