As long as he sees you unhappy about it he will have a crow over you.

Let him see you aren't so greatly afflicted, and then, take my word for it, he'll come a good deal more than half way to meet you." There seemed to be something in this specious advice.

I might, after all, be defeating my own ends by seeming too anxious to make it up with Jack Smith, and so making a reconciliation more difficult in the end.

I felt inclined, at any rate, to give it a trial.
But the weeks that followed were wretched weeks.

I heard daily and regularly from Billy all the news I could gather of my friend, but before Smith himself I endeavoured to appear cheerful and easy in mind.
It was a poor show.