How could I seem cheerful when every day I was feeling my loss more and more?
My only friends at this time were Hawkesbury and Billy and young Larkins.

The former continued to encourage me to persevere in my behaviour before Smith, predicting that it would be sure, sooner or later, to make our reconciliation certain.

But at present it did not look much like it.

If I appeared cheerful and easy-minded, so did Smith.

The signs of relenting which I looked for were certainly not to be discovered, and, so far from meeting me half way, the more unconcerned about him I seemed, the more unconcerned he seemed about me.
"Of course he'll be like that at first," said Hawkesbury, when I confided my disappointment one day to him, "but it won't last long.
He's not so many friends in the world that he can afford to throw you over." And so I waited week after week.