BRODIE. Jean, I am going now. If you please to stay on alone, in this house of mine, where I wish I could say you are welcome, stay. (_Going._) JEAN. It's the man frae Bow Street. BRODIE. Bow Street? JEAN. I thocht ye would hear me. Ye think little o' me; but it's mebbe a braw thing for you that I think sae muckle o' William Brodie ... ill as it sets me. BRODIE. (You don't know what is on my mind, Jennie, else you would forgive me.) Bow Street? JEAN. It's the man Hunt: him that was here yestreen for the Fiscal. BRODIE. Hunt? JEAN. He kens a hantle. He.... Ye maunna be angered wi' me, Wullie! I said what I shouldna. BRODIE. Said? Said what? JEAN. Just that ye were a guid frien' to me. He made believe he was awfu' sorry for me, because ye gied me nae siller; and I said, "Wha tellt him that?" and that he lee'd. BRODIE. God knows he did! What next? JEAN. He was that soft-spoken, butter wouldna melt in his mouth; and he keept aye harp, harpin'; but after that let-out, he got neither black nor white frae me. Just that ae word and nae mair; and at the hinder end he just speired straucht out, whaur it was ye got your siller frae. BRODIE. Where I got my siller? JEAN. Ay, that was it. "You ken," says he. BRODIE. Did he? and what said you? JEAN. I couldna think on naething, but just that he was a gey and clever gentleman. BRODIE. You should have said I was in trade, and had a good business. That's what you should have said. That's what you would have said had you been worth your salt. But it's blunder, blunder, outside and in (upstairs, down-stairs, and in my lady's chamber). You women! Did he see Smith? JEAN. Ay, and kennt him. BRODIE. Damnation!----No, I'm not angry with you, but you see what I've to endure for you. Don't cry. (Here's the devil at the door, and we must bar him out as best we can.) JEAN. God's truth, ye are nae vexed wi' me? BRODIE. God's truth, I am grateful to you. How is the child? Well? That's right. (_Peeping._) Poor wee laddie! He's like you, Jean. JEAN. I thocht he was liker you. BRODIE. Is he? Perhaps he is. Ah, Jeannie, you must see and make him a better man than his father. JEAN. Eh man, Deacon, the proud wumman I'll be gin he's only half sae guid. BRODIE. Well, well, if I win through this, we'll see what we can dae for him between us. (_Leading her out, C._) And now; go--go--go. LAWSON (_without L._). I ken the way, I ken the way. JEAN (_starting to door_). It's the Fiscal; I'm awa. (BRODIE, L.) SCENE III _To these, LAWSON, L._ LAWSON. A braw day this, William. (_Seeing JEAN._) Eh. Mistress Watt? And what'll have brocht you here? BRODIE (_seated on bench_). Something, uncle, she lost last night, and she thinks that something she lost is here. _Voila._ LAWSON. Why are ye no' at the kirk, woman? Do ye gang to the kirk? JEAN. I'm mebbe no' what ye would just ca' reg'lar. Ye see, Fiscal, it's the wean.