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

(Voice breaking.)

—I think I shall cry.

(Gently and soothingly drawing her to him.)

There, there, little woman. Brace up, buck up, don't give in.

(Slowly disengaging herself and gently holding him off at arm's length.)

I've been running over in my mind the men I know, and reached the conclusion that... that...

(Beaming with self-complacency.)