Jean (to Brodie). Hawks, Wullie, hawks!
Brodie. I suppose you know what you’ve done, Jean?
Jean. I had to come, Wullie; he wadna wait another minit. He wad have come himsel’.
Brodie. This is my mistress.
Lawson. William, dinna tell me nae mair.
Brodie. I have told you so much. You may as well know all. That good man knows it already. Have you issued a warrant for me ... yet?
Lawson. No, no, man: not another word.
Brodie (pointing to the window). That is my work. I am the man. Have you drawn the warrant?
Lawson (breaking down). Your father’s son!
Leslie (to Lawson). My good friend! Brodie, you might have spared the old man this.