Lawson. He may be right there too, Mr. Leslie.
Brodie. I give him fair warning: it’s not safe
Leslie. I have a different treasure to concern myself about; if all goes right with that I shall be well contented.
Mary. Walter!
Lawson. Ay, bairns, ye speak for your age.
Leslie. Surely, sir, for every age; the ties of blood, of love, of friendship, these are life’s essence.
Mary. And for no one is it truer than my uncle. If he live to be a thousand, he will still be young in heart, full of love, full of trust.
Lawson. All, lassie, it’s a wicked world.
Mary. Yes, you are out of sorts to-day; we know that.
Leslie. Admitted that you know more of life, sir; admitted (if you please) that the world is wicked; yet you do not lose trust in those you love.