That is why he is so general a favourite.

Why, if you walk into any drawing-room and asked who was the most popular man in London, the immediate and unanimous reply would be 'Stafford Orme.'" She settled the cushions a little more comfortably.
"You mean amongst men ?" she said.
Howard smiled and eyed her questioningly.
"Well--I didn't," he replied, drily.
She laughed a little scornfully.
"Oh, I know the sort of man he is," she said.

"I've read and heard about them.

The sort of man who falls in love with every woman he meet.
'A servant of dames'!" Howard leant back and laughed with cynical enjoyment.
"You never were further out," he said.

"He flirts--oh, my aunt, how he flirts!--but as to falling in love--Did you ever see an iceberg, Miss Falconer ?" She shook her head.
"Well, it's one of the biggest, the most beautiful frauds in the world.
When you meet one sailing along in the Atlantic, you think it one of the nicest, sweetest things you ever saw: it's so dazzlingly bright, with its thousand and one colours glittering in the sunlight.