Womanthrope

MISS PRISM: A misanthrope I can understand—a womanthrope, never!

"Crabtree's become a—a womanthrope," said Tommers. "No—a misowench. There's not been a fresh photo of ankles on his chimney-piece for months."

“No,” he told her. “Cheering is entirely beyond my capabilities.” “Oh, too bad.” Her tone was sympathetic, but her eyes were mocking. “I see now. You're a womanthrope.” He'd never heard the word before, but the meaning was all too clear.