Joe stood silently and resolutely watching the vile youth retreat. The contrast in behaviour between the two siblings was chalk n’ cheese. They said the rich naturally had more breeding, grace, and compassion than the working classes… Pearl had shown she had those qualities in spades. That brother Robert? He didn’t have enough grace to fill a pisspot.

“We’ll see ‘bout that, mate.” Joe muttered quietly.

The intent of that parting shot wasn’t entirely lost on Joe as the well-to-do could and did make trouble for those they didn’t like. Joe merely noted the thought, but there was no use in worrying about it now. He glanced down and noticed that his fist was still clenched. He had made a fist to strike the man, but now relaxed, colour returning to his knuckles.