Brodie. Brodie, sir, Brodie as you see.
Leslie. What does it mean? What does it mean, my God? Were you here before? Is this the second time? Are you a thief, man? are you a thief? Speak, speak, or I’ll kill you.
Brodie. I am a thief.
Leslie. And my friend, my own friend, and . . . Mary, Mary! . . . Deacon, Deacon, for God’s sake, no!
Brodie. God help me!
Leslie. ‘We Brodies! We Brodies!’
Brodie. Leslie—
Leslie. Stand off! Don’t touch me! You’re a thief!
Brodie. Leslie, Leslie
Leslie. A thief’s sister! Why are you here? why are you here? Tell me! Why do you not speak? Man, I know you of old. Are you Brodie, and have nothing to say?