(Wearily.)
Men, just men.
MRS. EPPINGWELL
(Anger growing.)
You are all that has been said of you, a destroyer of men.
FREDA
(Nodding her head in assent.)
Come on, Floyd. I want you. And be warned by Mrs. Eppingwell, I want to destroy you. (Imperiously.)
Come.
(Vanderlip has by now been reduced to the helplessness of a puppet. He makes to start.)