Mary. Never in these.
Leslie. We know these (to Brodie), and we think the world of them.
Brodie (at back). We are more acquainted with each other’s tailors, believe me. You, Leslie, are a very pleasant creature. My uncle Lawson is the Procurator-Fiscal. I—what am I? I am the Deacon of the Wrights; my ruffles are generally clean; and you think the world of me. Bravo!
Leslie. Ay, and I think the world of you.
Brodie (at back, pointing to Lawson). Ask him.
Lawson. Hoot-toot. A wheen nonsense: an honest man’s an honest man, and a randy thief’s a randy thief, and neither mair nor less. Mary, my lamb, it’s time you were hame, and had your beauty sleep.
Mary. Do you not come with us?
Lawson. I gang the ither gate, my lamb. (Leslie helps Mary on with her cloak, and they say farewell at back. Brodie, for the first time, comes front with Lawson.) Sae ye’ve consented?
Brodie. As you see.