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
