Pencil-thin mustache, easy smile, impeccable wardrobe, erect bearing, and a vaguely aristocratic manner, he’s the gentleman at the party who always seems to have people laughing. The one who shows up at a family picnic wearing a sharp blazer and cufflinks and offers up amusing stories about his boat and the people on it. The one who looks at you intently when you talk to him and says, “Oh, my goodness. I can’t believe you got through that. Good for you.” And then puts his hand lightly on your shoulder and vows that you must have lunch together the next time he’s in town. You know, a David Niven.