Scorn of Women: A Play In Three Acts

by Jack London

(Frightened.)

For goodness' sake, don't make a scene.

FREDA

Then get me out of here quick. Don't stop. (But Vanderlip stops when cut off by Mrs. Eppingwell.)

MRS. EPPINGWELL

I beg pardon. You are not going, Mr. Vanderlip?

VANDERLIP

(Awkwardly.)

I—yes, I'm going.

Mrs. Eppingwell But those dances?