JEAN. Just that, sir.
LAWSON. Weel, ye can just bide here a wee, and I'll step down the road to my office wi' ye. (EXEUNT BRODIE, LAWSON, LESLIE, C.)
SCENE IV
SMITH, JEAN WATT, OLD BRODIE.
SMITH (BOWING THEM OUT). Your humble and most devoted servant, George Smith, Esquire. And so this is the garding, is it? And this is the style of horticulture? Ha, it is! (AT THE MIRROR.) In that case George's mother bids him bind his hair. (KISSES HIS HAND.) My dearest Duchess, - (TO JEAN.) I say, Jean, there's a good deal of difference between this sort of thing and the way we does it in Libberton's Wynd.
JEAN. I daursay. And what wad ye expeck?
SMITH. Ah, Jean, if you'd cast affection's glance on this poor but honest soger! George Lord S. is not the nobleman to cut the object of his flame before
