Mary. Siller? You? For him? O father, father, if you could hear! What are you? What are you ... to him?
Jean. I’ll be the best frien’ ’at ever he had; for, O dear leddie, I wad gie my bluid to help him.
Mary. And the ... the child?
Jean. The bairn?
Mary. Nothing! O nothing! I am in trouble, and I know not what I say. And I cannot help you; I cannot help you if I would. He is not here; and I believe he was; and ill ... ill; and he is not—he is ... O, I think I shall lose my mind!
Jean. Ay, it’s unco business.
Mary. His father is dead within there ... dead, I tell you ... dead!
Jean. It’s mebbe just as weel.
Mary. Well? Well? Has it come to this? O Walter, Walter! come back to me, or I shall die. (Leslie enters, C.)