BRODIE. Changed? Why, the world's a different colour! It was night, and now it's broad day, and I trust myself again. You must wait, dear, wait, and I must work and work; and before the week is out, as sure as God sees me, I'll have made you happy. O you may think me broken, hounds, but the Deacon's not the man to be run down; trust him, he shall turn a corner yet, and leave you snarling! And you, Poll, you. I've done nothing for you yet; but, please God, I'll make your life a life of gold; and wherever I am, I'll have a part in your happiness, and you'll know it, by heaven! and bless me. MARY. O Willie, look at him; I think he hears you, and is trying to be glad with us. OLD BRODIE. My son--Deacon--better man than I was. BRODIE. O, for God's sake, hear him! MARY. He is quite happy, Will, and so am I ... so am I. BRODIE. Hear me, Mary. This is a big moment in our two lives. I swear to you by the father here between us that it shall not be fault of mine if this thing fails; if this ship founders you have set your hopes in. I swear it by our father; I swear it by God's judgments. MARY. I want no oaths, Will. BRODIE. No, but I do. And prayers, Mary, prayers. Pray night and day upon your knees. I must move mountains. OLD BRODIE. A wise son maketh--maketh---- BRODIE. A glad father? And does your son, the Deacon, make you glad? O heaven of heavens, if I were a good man! END OF THE SECOND ACT ACT III TABLEAU V KING'S EVIDENCE _The Stage represents a public place in Edinburgh_ SCENE I JEAN, SMITH, AND MOORE _They loiter in L., and stand looking about as for somebody not there. SMITH is hat in hand to JEAN; MOORE as usual_ MOORE. Wot did I tell you? Is he 'ere or ain't he? Now then. Slink by name and Slink by nature, that's wot's the matter with him. JEAN. He'll no' be lang; he's regular enough, if that was a'. MOORE. I'd regular him; I'd break his back. SMITH. Badger, you brute, you hang on to the lessons of your dancing-master. None but the genteel deserves the fair; does they, Duchess? MOORE. O rot! Did I insult the blowen? Wot's the matter with me is Slink Ainslie. SMITH. All right, old Crossed-in-love. Give him forty winks, and he'll turn up as fresh as clean sawdust and as respectable as a new Bible. MOORE. That's right enough; but I ain't a-going to stand here all day for him. I'm for a drop of something short, I am. You tell him I showed you that (_showing his doubled fist_). That's wot's the matter with him. (_He lurches out, R._) SCENE II _SMITH and JEAN, to whom HUNT and afterwards MOORE_ SMITH (_critically_). No, Duchess, he has not good manners. JEAN. Ay, he's an impident man. SMITH. So he is, Jean; and for the matter of that he ain't the only one. JEAN. Geordie, I want nae mair o' your nonsense, mind.