Instead of assisting his master's grief, as a sentimental dog would have done, by sighing or sniffing or howling, he yawned, stretched himself, and rolled on the carpet.

He did not believe in giving way to feelings, and he was surprised, and perhaps disappointed, at Jeremy's lack of restraint.
Jeremy felt this, and in a little while sobs came very slowly, and at last were only little shudders, rather pleasant and healthy.

He looked about him, rubbed his red nose with a hideously dirty handkerchief, and felt immensely sleepy.
No, he would not cry any more.

Rose would shortly appear, and he did not intend to cry before housemaids.

Nevertheless, his desolation was supreme.