Without knowing it, her hand had gripped his arm.
"You are John Aldous--who wrote 'Fair Play,' and 'Women!'" she gasped.
"Yes," he said, amusement in his face.
"I have read those books--and I have read your plays," she breathed, a mysterious tremble in her voice.

"You despise women!" "Devoutly." She drew a deep breath.

Her hand dropped from his arm.
"This is very, very funny," she mused, gazing off to the sun-capped peaks of the mountains.

"You have flayed women alive.

You have made them want to mob you.