This witty marital mixup starts at the end of a Sunday night party. Mrs. Meredith wants to stay up and talk; Mr. Meredith is tired and wants to go to bed. The bickering builds to a thunderous quarrel, and Mr. Meredith bolts their suburban home. Fed up with ten years of marriage, he takes up separate lodgings in a hotel in the city. But for peace and quiet he pays the price of loneliness. Particularly amusing are his phone conversations when on his one night of bachelorhood he can get no one to dine with him. Forlorn and feeling sorry for himself, he picks up a wise-cracking trollop in the hotel bar and takes her to his room. Meanwhile, the Mrs. has turned up at his hotel in a mood of reconciliation. When she finds the girl in her husband's room, that's enough to put her packing for Reno. But Mr. Meredith succeeds in proving to her that he feels it was all a mistake, and from force of habit they return to the normal horrors of home-life.
"It is a very good sample of the domestic comedy...it had even the first-nighters laughing at each other. The women were laughing at the men and the men were laughing at the women." - New York Daily News