It mattered little who the girl of the moment might be, she could not hope to or even seek to hold his perambulatory affections.

"He's a single example of a great New York class," reflected Brock.

"The futile, priggish rich! There are thousands like him in my dear New York--conscienceless, invertebrate, sybaritic sons of idleness, college-bred and under-bred little beasts who can buy and then cast off at their pleasure.

They have no means of knowing how to fall in love with a good girl.

They have not been trained to it.