In the evening he's usually at the club, or dining out, or asleep; isn't he?
Well, then, how much time does it leave for love?
Do the problem yourself in any way you wish; the result is a fraction every time; and that fraction represents the proper importance of the love interest in its proper ratio to a man's entire life." He sat up, greatly pleased with himself at having reduced sentiment to a fixed proportion in the ingredients of life.
"If I had time," he said, "I could tell them how to write a book--" He paused, musing, while the confident smile spread.

Selwyn stared at space.
"What does a young man know about love, anyway ?" demanded his brother-in-law.
"Nothing," replied Selwyn listlessly.
"Of course not.

Look at Gerald.

He sits on the stairs with a pink and white ninny; and at the next party he does it with another.

That's wholesome and natural; and that's the way things really are.