Yet he is a liar and a scoundrel, a villain and a coward, who will turn and flee if fearlessly and courageously met and defied.
Instead of pampering and petting him, humoring and conciliating him, meet him on his own ground.

Defy him to do his worst.

Flaunt him, laugh at his threats, sneer and scoff at his pretensions, bid him do his worst.

Better be dead than under the dominion of such a tyrant.
And, my word for it, as soon as you take that attitude, he will flee from you, nay, he will disappear as the mists fade away in the heat of the noonday sum.
Worry, however, is not only an effect.

It is also a cause.