Brodie. I might have spared him years ago; and you and my sister, and myself. I might ... would God I had! (Weeping himself.) Don’t weep, my good old friend; I was lost long since; don’t think of me; don’t pity me; don’t shame me with your pity! I began this when I was a boy. I bound the millstone round my neck; (it is irrevocable now), and you must all suffer ... all suffer for me!... (for this suffering remnant of what was once a man). O God, that I can have fallen to stand here as I do now. My friend lying to save me from the gallows; my second father weeping tears of blood for my disgrace! And all for what? Ay what? Because I had an open hand, because I was a selfish dog, because I loved this woman.
Jean. O Wullie, and she lo’ed ye weel! But come near me nae mair, come near me nae mair, my man; keep wi’ your ain folks ... your ain dacent folks.
Lawson. Mistress Watt, ye shall sit rent free as lang’s there’s breath in William Lawson’s body.
Leslie. You can do one thing still ... for Mary’s sake. You can save yourself; you must fly.
Brodie. It is my purpose; the day after to-morrow. It cannot be before. Then I will fly; and O, as God sees me, I will strive to make a new and a better life, and to be worthy of your friendship, and of your tears ... your tears. And to be worthy of you, too, Jean; for I see now that the bandage has fallen from my eyes; I see myself, O how unworthy even of you!
Leslie. Why not to-night?
Brodie. It cannot be before. There are many considerations. I must find money.
Jean. Leave me, and the wean. Dinna fash yoursel’ for us.
Leslie (opening the strong-box and pouring gold upon the table). Take this and go at once.