He didn't like it.

He doesn't narrate his sweet, sad story to me any more.
If he ever does I'm likely to forget that I'm a perfect gentleman." But Clint's neighbours were not of overpowering interest to him those days.

There were more absorbing matters, pleasant and unpleasant, to fill his mind.

For one thing, he was trying very hard to make a place on one of the football teams.

He hadn't any hope of working into the first team.