Brodie. To say? Not much—God help me!—and commonplace, commonplace like sin. I was honest once; I made a false step; I couldn’t retrace it; and ... that is all.
Leslie. You have forgot the bad companions!
Brodie. I did forget them. They were there.
Leslie. Commonplace! Commonplace! Do you speak to me, do you reason with me, do you make excuses? You—a man found out, shamed, a liar, a thief—a man that’s killed me, killed this heart in my body; and you speak! What am I to do? I hold your life in my hand; have you thought of that? What am I to do?
Brodie. Do what you please; you have me trapped. (Jean Watt is heard singing without two bars of “Wanderin’ Willie,” by way of signal.)
Leslie. What is that?
Brodie. A signal.
Leslie. What does it mean?
Brodie. Danger to me: there is some one coming.