Scorn of Women: A Play In Three Acts

by Jack London

CAPT. EPPINGWELL

But why couldn't I go around, or you, and talk with Freda, explain the situation fully to her, and make an appeal to whatever good is in her?

Mrs. Eppingwell (Smiling.)

You don't know women, Archie,

(Adding as an afterthought.)

Well as women know women. No, she must be beaten at her own game. Flossie must arrive before midnight to-night.