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

Sure.

(Over his shoulder as he continues to cross to right.)

Never mind the price. I must have them.

(Crosses on over to right to Loraine Lisznayi, an expression of joy on his face. Sweeps off his Fur cap and shakes her hand.)

You must do better than that. Had there been a woman here, your face would have given everything away.

I can't help the gladness getting into my face, Loraine.