Scorn of Women: A Play In Three Acts - Jack London

(Pausing, and then, as if discovering reason for his detention.)

Oh!

(Sits down on bench and proceeds to remove moccasins.)

Masks must be lifted at the door, you know.

(In muffled voice.)

And give myself away? Oh, no.

The doorkeeper's lips are sealed. I give nobody's identity away. Come on, let's see who you are.