Lawson (aside). Lord’s sake, it’s Smith!
Brodie (to Smith). I beg your pardon?
Smith. I beg yours, sir. If you please, sir, is Mr. Brodie at home, sir?
Brodie. What do you want with him, my man?
Smith. I’ve a message for him, sir; a job of work, sir.
Brodie (to Smith; referring to Jean). And who is this?
Jean. I am here for the Procurator, about my rent. There’s nae offence, I hope, sir.
Lawson. It’s just an honest wife I let a flat to in Libberton’s Wynd. It’ll be for the rent?
Jean. Just that, sir.
Lawson. Weel, ye can just bide here a wee, and I’ll step down the road to my office wi’ ye. (Exeunt Brodie, Lawson, Leslie, C.)