MARY. And the . . . . the child?
JEAN. The bairn?
MARY. Nothing! O nothing! I am in trouble, and I know not what I say. And I cannot help you; I cannot help you if I would. He is not here; and I believed he was; and ill . . . ill; and he is not - he is . . . . O, I think I shall lose my mind!
JEAN. Ay, it's unco business.
MARY. His father is dead within there . . . dead, I tell you . . . dead!
JEAN. It's mebbe just as weel.
MARY. Well? Well? Has it come to this? O Walter, Walter! come back to me, or I shall die. (LESLIE ENTERS, C.)
LESLIE. Mary, Mary! I hoped to have spared you this. (TO JEAN.) What - you? Is he not here?
JEAN. I'm aye waitin' on him.
LESLIE. What has become of him? Is he mad? Where is he?
JEAN. The Lord A'michty kens, Mr. Leslie. But I maun find him; I maun find
