Women do not care for men to whom, as Erskine says, everything is a question of figures.

I used to flirt with women; now I lecture them, and abhor a man-flirt worse than I do a woman one.
Some more wine?
Oh, you must not waste the remainder of this bottle." "I think we had better go, Brandon," said Erskine, his mistrust of Trefusis growing.

"We promised to be back before two." "So you shall," said Trefusis.

"It is not yet a quarter past one.
By-the-bye, I have not shown you Donovan Brown's pet instrument for the regeneration of society.

Here it is.