Let it go that way.

I'll not wear my heart on my sleeve--not for any woman in the world." Franklin's jaws set in fashion still more stern than their usual cast, yet there had come, as Battersleigh did not fail to notice, an older droop to the corners of his mouth, and a loss of the old brilliance of the eye.
"Spoken like a man," said Battersleigh, "an' if ye'll stick to that ye're the more like to win.

Nivver chance follyin' too close in a campaign ag'inst a woman.

Parallel an' mine, but don't uncover your forces.

If ye advance, do so by rushes, an' not feelin' o' the way.
But tin to wan, if ye lie still under cover, she'll be sendin' out skirmishers to see where ye are an' what ye are doin'.