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.
Brodie. Not that . . . not the money that I came to steal!
Lawson. Tak’ it, William; I’ll pay him.