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

(Starts to leave him, but he follows her, detaining her.)

Not so fast, fair lady. I've an idea you'll dance—

(Looks at his dance-card.)

—the next quadrille, let us say.

I think it's engaged. I've lost my programme.

(Putting hand inside domino and bringing forth a programme.)

I have a spare one. Allow me.