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

And you know me well. Now let me pass. Some day I will tell you about it, my reason for coming here, and you will be glad.

(She starts as though to go to the ballroom.)

(Springing in her way and seizing her arm.)

No you don't, my lady! Enough fooling. Let me see your face.

There have been times when you treated me less roughly. For the sake of those times, let me pass.

(Still retaining hold on her arm, and after hesitating for a moment.)