well, my lord. ( He throws open the casement, and calls to someone below ): It is only Mr. Caesar. ( As this information is succeeded by a blank pause ) Shall I let him in?
WESTON: Who did you say? ROGER: Mr. Caesar. You remember: the man you met on Tuesday at Hampton, my lord.
He was to come to see you this morning about rose trees. You made a note of it. WESTON ( taking the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket in a dazed way ): I made a note? ‘ Remember Caesar ’.
Is that my writing? Yes, it must be – Dear me! LADY WESTON ( kindly ): I shouldn’t have said it was the venomous scribbling of an illiterate. You had better go down and let Mr Caesar in, Roger.
Put the pistol away, Richard, dear; your visitor might misunderstand it. ( She speaks cheerfully, as to a child; it is obvious from her lack of surprise that excursions and alarms created by her husband over trifles are a normal part of existence for her ). WESTON: Mr Caesar. ( He moves towards the bucket .) LADY WESTON: Of course.
How could anyone forget a name like that? And now if you’ll forgive me….. It’s my busy morning. 12th - - Remember Caesar Page WESTON ( arresting her as she is going out of the door ): Oh Frances!
What was in the parcel, do you think? LADY WESTON: That was your new velvet cloak, dear. I did try to tell you, you know. ( Exit ).
( The curtain comes down on LORD WESTON ruefully taking the first dripping cloak from the water ). twiddling my thumbs - being idle Charles II - King of England from to foot pad - highway-man (robber) who goes about on foot (highwaymen on horseback were more common in those days) game pie - meat (of animals or birds hunted and killed) covered with pastry and baked lawdamussy - an exclamation (lord have mercy) minutiae - minute details (often trivial) gingerly