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

(He starts.)

And her name is—

(In natural voice, laughing.) Loraine.

(With relief in voice.)

You fooled me all right, Loraine. You said you weren't coming to the ball.

I didn't intend to, but everything was packed and ready for the start, and I had nothing to do. So I came.

(A pause.)

Floyd, don't you think you've been dancing with that Mrs. Eppingwell rather frequently?