You quite fall in love with it, and it looks so harmless, so enticing, that you're tempted to get quite close to it; which no doubt is amusing to the iceberg, but is slightly embarrassing for you; for the iceberg is on you before you know it, and--and there isn't enough left of you for a decent funeral.

That's Stafford all the way.

He's so pleasant, so frank, so lovable, that you think him quite harmless; but while you're admiring his confounded ingratiating ways, while you're growing enthusiastic about his engaging tricks--he's the best rider, the best dancer, the best shot--oh, but you must have heard of him!--he is bearing down upon you; your heart goes under, and he--ah, well, he just sails over you smiling, quite unconscious of having brought you to everlasting smash." "You are indeed a friend," she said with languid irony.
"Oh, you think I'm giving him away ?" he said.

"My dear Miss Falconer, everybody knows him.

Every ball-room every tennis-court, is strewed with his wrecks.