SCENE II
To him, JEAN, a baby in her shawl. C.
JEAN (WHO HAS ENTERED SILENTLY DURING THE DEACON'S LAST WORDS). It's me, Wullie.
BRODIE (TURNING UPON HER). What! You here again? [you again!]
JEAN. Deacon, I'm unco vexed.
BRODIE. Do you know what you do? Do you know what you risk? [Is there nothing - nothing! - will make you spare me this idiotic, wanton prosecution?]
JEAN. I was wrong to come yestreen; I ken that fine. But the day it's different; I but to come the day, Deacon, though I ken fine it's the Sabbath, and I think shame to be seen upon the streets.
BRODIE. See here, Jean. You must go now. I come to you to-night; I swear that. But now I'm for the road.
JEAN. No till you've heard me, William Brodie. Do ye think I came to pleasure mysel', where I'm no wanted? I've a pride o'
