He laughed "I am nothing like any of the gentleman I know." He said "Money and frivolity and pretension have eroded the meaning of the word." He said. "The kind of men women gravitate towards are weak, clever, full of lies and flattery. I've always tried to be better then that. And I see you are in need of a man to attend to your drink. It's better then waiting around here with nothing to do." He said. He looked around "From your pallor I see you are not the type to get out much. I don't respect these women who spend all their times at parties trying to get a husband. My father would disapprove that Violet is taking on the fashion." He wondered why she seemed so pale as this day an age women still took their exercise outside. He only saw the like of it with ladies in harems or prisons. It was strange, it added an allure to her haunted beauty. Perhaps she was a widow, afflicted with hysteria or melancholy or some malady that kept her inside. It would account for her distaste of the drink too, more then the average woman.