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

(He looks at Freda. She is gazing at him absently, apparently lost in meditation over him.)

Well?

(Startled, as though discovered, in pretty embarrassment.)

Oh!

I was just wondering what you wanted to see me about.

(He draws his chair snugly against hers. She looks at him, studying him, as though trying to make up her mind to speak.) Well, what is it?

(With steadiness and determination.)