The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act

by Booth Tarkington

I’m not spying! This is a public room in a public hotel—

MRS. BRIGGS (moaning)

Oh!

THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE (continuing)

Any guest of this hotel has a right to sit here in peace, and if you will go on talking about your private affairs in a public room—

MRS. BRIGGS (leaning on Ingoldsby’s arm)

Oh, my!

THE MYSTERIOUS VOICE (continuing heatedly)

Why, it’s your own fault, not mine. I was only warning you not to go any further. I’ve heard enough of other people’s private affairs for one afternoon, anyhow.