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Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act

INGOLDSBY
Yes. What’s that to fill a man’s life? Look at the difference! You have children to be a comfort to you in your—your—as you approach middle age. I have nothing.
MRS. BRIGGS (pathetically, still looking down)
Oh, I’m sure you have something.
INGOLDSBY
I tell you I have nothing—nothing in the world to make life worth living, not a thing on earth! (He glances about, then sits beside her and speaks in a very low voice.) Fannie—Fannie—
(The settee approaches a little nearer.)
MRS. BRIGGS (also in a very low voice)
Well?
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Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act

RUPERT
Why can’t we—
JESSIE
Hush, darling.
(She sees someone approaching in the corridor on the left. He looks dolefully in that direction.)
JESSIE
It’s that dreadful woman.
RUPERT
I don’t know her.
JESSIE
She’s been trying to entangle Lancelot, and he’s completely lost what slight intelligence he had, the little ninny! She’s old enough to be his mother.
(The settee makes a slight convulsive movement.)
RUPERT
Sh! She’ll hear you.
(Mrs. Curtis enters from the left. She looks about, with a faint embarrassment. Jessie stares at her, then speaks coldly.)
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Portrait of Booth Tarkington Booth Tarkington The Trysting Place: A Farce in One Act

JESSIE
No! Don’t get so upset. I’ll go!
(She goes out at the left. Mrs. Briggs stares after her for a moment; looks in the opposite direction; then seats herself upon the settee, and from the midst of a handkerchief which she has crumpled in her hand produces a small gold vanity box. She opens it, gazes in the tiny mirror, touches her hair, glances right and left, and uses a diminutive powder puff quickly; then she closes the box, conceals it in her handkerchief again, and hums a song to herself. Mr. Ingoldsby enters at the left. He has an air slightly embarrassed.)
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