This is an hilarious play. It starts out with Mrs. Chandebrise suspecting her husband of having (or being willing to have)
an extramarital affair. So she has her best friend write her husband a hot letter with a place and time of assignation -- the Hotel Casablanca -- because she KNOWS her husband would reconize her own handwriting and tumble to the
deception at once. This little deception is only the beginning of an almost unbelievable series of mixups and misunderstandings and general confusion. Terence and Plautus could not have done it better. As farce, it is unexcelled (to outline the plot would be rather
incomprehensible and might spoil it for the reader.)
It is a beautiful, funny play and a lot of fun to read. A sure cure for the blues.