window. WESTON: And why should any shots come through the window, may I ask? LADY WESTON ( mildly objecting to the tone ): I was merely taking thought for your property, my dear Richard. And anyone sitting in the ilex tree out there would be in a – WESTON ( on his feet ): Frances!
What made you think of the ilex tree ? LADY WESTON: That is where I would shoot you from. I mean, if I were going to shoot you. The leaves are thick enough to hide anyone sitting there, and yet not enough to obscure their view.
WESTON: Come away from that window. LADY WESTON: What? WESTON: Come away from that window! LADY WESTON (moving to him): No one is going to shoot me.
WESTON ( running out of the room, and calling to ROGER from the landing ): Roger! Roger! ROGER ( very distant ): My lord? WESTON: Has the gardener gone away yet?
ROGER: No, my lord. He is eating his dinner outside the kitchen window. WESTON: Tell him to sit under the ilex tree until I give him leave to move. ROGER: The ilex tree?
Yes, my lord. ( WESTON comes back and goes to the drawer of the table where his pistol is kept .) LADY WESTON ( as he takes out the pistol ): Oh Richard dear, be careful. That is a very dangerous weapon. WESTON ( grimly important ): I know it!
LADY WESTON: Well, I think it is a poor way to foil an assassin. WESTON: What is? LADY WESTON: Blowing oneself up. ( Enter ROGER with the bowl of daffodils .) WESTON ( looking round at him as he comes in ): Has Joel gone to sit under the tree?
ROGER: Yes, sir. ( Put thing down the bowl and making for the side window ) At least, I gave him your message – WESTON: Keep away from that window! ( As ROGER looks astonished ) There may be someone in the ilex tree. ROGER: But do you think they would try to shoot you as well as