Brodie. You hear!
Mary. Yes, yes. Forgive me. I am going. I will go. It is to save you, is it not? To save you. Walter ... Mr. Leslie ... O Deacon, Deacon, God forgive you! (She goes out.)
Brodie. Amen. But will He?
SCENE VII
Brodie, Hunt
Hunt (hat in hand). Mr. Deacon Brodie, I believe?
Brodie. I am he, Mr——?
Hunt. Hunt, sir: an officer from Sir John Fielding of Bow Street.
Brodie. There can be no better passport than the name. In what can I serve you?
Hunt. You’ll excuse me, Mr. Deacon.