Lawson (without, L.). I ken the way, I ken the way.
Jean (starring to door). It’s the Fiscal; I’m awa. (Brodie, L.).
SCENE III
To these, Lawson, L.
Lawson. A braw day this, William. (Seeing Jean.) Eh Mistress Watt? And what’ll have brocht you here?
Brodie (seated on bench). Something, uncle, she lost last night, and she thinks that something she lost is here. Voilà.
Lawson. Why are ye no at the kirk, woman? Do ye gang to the kirk?
Jean. I’m mebbe no what ye would just ca’ reg’lar. Ye see, Fiscal, it’s the wean.
Lawson. A bairn’s an excuse; I ken that fine, Mistress Watt. But bairn or nane, my woman, ye should be at the kirk. Awa wi’ ye! Hear to the bells; they’re ringing in. (Jean curtsies to both, and goes out C. The bells which have been ringing quicker, cease.)