JESSIE
Last night, when we were trying to teach him a little common sense about strange people in hotels, what was it he said she was? “An angel!”—oh, yes!—“One of heaven’s highest angels.”
MRS. BRIGGS (grimly)
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—