The Trysting Place: A Farce in One ActTarkington, Booth
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The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act
Tarkington, Booth
American drama -- 20th century; Farces; Hotels -- Drama; Man-woman relationships -- Drama
He said he wouldn’t “listen to one of heaven’s highest angels gettin’
talked against by a lot o’ women!” I’m sure they heard him in the
next suite. (_She rises._) I suppose you’d better go and see where he
slipped out to, Jessie. Of course, he’ll try to find _her_ again as
soon as he can.
JESSIE (_dropping into a chair_)
I played three times round the course. Do you mind if I just sit here
a while and rest?
MRS. BRIGGS
Then why don’t you go to your room?
JESSIE (_laughing feebly_)
I’m just too tired. I will in a minute. (_With a gesture toward the
left entrance._) Hadn’t you better--
MRS. BRIGGS
Keep her in sight? Yes. That’s easier than trying to keep _him_ in
sight. You’re going up to your room right away, aren’t you?
JESSIE
Yes, in only a minute. I really think you’d better go, Mamma. He
might--
MRS. BRIGGS
No, I’ll see to that! (_She goes out._)
(_Jessie stares after her for a moment, glances at a wrist watch,
then rises and looks down the corridor beyond the entrance at
the right. She appears to derive some satisfaction from what she
sees there, returns to her chair and sits in a carefully graceful
attitude, her expression demure. A moment later a young man--he is
about twenty-five--comes in rather nervously from the right. He
pauses near the entrance._)
THE YOUNG MAN
You!
JESSIE (_softly_)
You!
THE YOUNG MAN
Is your mother--
JESSIE
She’s gone.
THE YOUNG MAN (_nervously advancing_)
I--I--
JESSIE
I was afraid maybe we couldn’t have this nook to ourselves, after
all. My absurd little brother was in here, hanging about that
dreadful Mrs. Curtis, and I was afraid they wouldn’t go away; but
Mamma scared ’em both off providentially.
THE YOUNG MAN (_moving a chair close to hers and sitting_)
And so we’re alone! (_He speaks with a sentimental hushedness._) All
alone!
JESSIE
All alone, Rupert! This is the only place in the hotel where you
_can_ be by yourself a while. That’s why I said to meet here.
RUPERT (_nervously_)
You don’t think your mother’ll be back for a while?
JESSIE
No; she won’t.
RUPERT
She hasn’t found out I’ve come, has she?
JESSIE
She hasn’t the remotest idea, thank heaven! Nobody dreams you’re
within hundreds of miles of here. That’s one advantage of a big hotel.
RUPERT
Darling--
JESSIE
Yes, darling?
(_The settee moves slightly at this, but it is behind them and they
do not see it._)
RUPERT
I can’t understand why your mother dislikes me so.
JESSIE (_gravely_)
Well, I suppose her feeling about you is--well, she _says_ it’s
because you’re rather poor and I’m--not.
RUPERT
But what makes her think I care about you because you’re not?
JESSIE
Well--
RUPERT (_leaning toward her and lowering his voice_)
Darling, there’s something I want to ask you--
JESSIE (_leaning toward him and almost whispering_)
Yes, dearest, what is it?
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