"If women are won by compliments like that, any man can win their favour," said Crane, crossly.
"My dear fellow, women know vastly more than we do. It wasn't Hudgins's compliments in words that won the women—it was his giving up his cigar and the extra glass of champagne and the society of men that fetched 'em—it was the sincerity of the thing. When we went into the drawing-room Hudgins was sitting on the piano-stool telling them some sentimental story about his mother down in Texas when he started out in life, with nothing but the clothes on his back and a six-shooter in his pocket. The women were nearly in tears. As for the rest of us, including Sir Mark le Poer, we simply weren't in it with Hudgins. We stayed until nearly midnight; then the men adjourned to the club, where Hudgins kept us until three o'clock in the morning telling us more yarns about Texas. Sir Mark would hardly let him out of sight, and Hudgins has engaged to spend August with him in Scotland at a splendid place he has near Inverness. That's the way a man with great natural gifts of entertaining and being entertained can get on, if he has a chance."
