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

All right, then, don't.

(He stands stolid and silent.)

(After a pause, softly, hesitatingly, tears in voice, etc.)

Floyd—I—

(Breaks down and weeps in feminine way.) (Vanderlip is soft as mush at once. His arm is around her, and she is drawn close to him.)

There, there, dear. You know I love you.

(Still weeping.)