The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act

by Booth Tarkington

Oh, yes, you are!

INGOLDSBY (shaking his head)

I’m not. I still—I still—I still—I still—

(The settee again moves a little nearer.)

MRS. BRIGGS

No, no.

INGOLDSBY

I do. I still—I still—

MRS. BRIGGS (in a faint and tearful protest)

No, you don’t, Henry. You only think you do.