Infirmity, that decays the wise.

“I still have an objection,” said Albert, “to yonder impudent rakehelly fellow, styling himself a cavalier, who rushed himself on our company last night, and gained my father’s heart by a story of the storm of Brentford, which I dare say the rogue never saw.”

I’m absolutely positive you've spelt that wrong.

Hayden's problem here, I think, is an excessive consistency: not being a socialist, or at least not wanting to take his political stand on that principle, he assumes he must, then, be an antisocialist.