You're a sort of philanderer, somewhere in between.

You neither mean to fight like a man nor love like a man.

I'm sorry to say it, but I've no use for you.

As I can't do it myself, will you kindly ring the bell ?" "Certainly," said he, white with anger, which I was glad to see, and pressed the electric button beside the mantelpiece.

He turned on me, his head high.