He had what Mrs.Eccles defined as "such a way with him;" his way being to make every woman he met think that she was particularly interesting in his eyes--for the time being.

Men did not, of course, care for him so much.

When he stayed anywhere, it was vaguely felt by the sterner sex of the party that he stole a march upon them.
While they were smoking, after their kind, in clusters on the lawn, it would suddenly be observed that he was sitting in the drawing-room, giving a lesson in netting, or trying over a new song encircled by young ladyhood.

It was felt that he took an unfair advantage.

What business had he to come down to tea in that absurd amber plush smoking-suit, just because the elder ladies had begged to see it?
It was all the more annoying, because he looked so handsome in it.