Chapter 54

_To these_, LAWSON, LESLIE, JEAN

LAWSON. She kens a’, thank the guid Lord!

BRODIE (_to_ MARY). I know you forgive me now; I ask no more. That is a good man. (_To_ LESLIE.) Will you take her from my hands? (LESLIE _takes_ MARY.) Jean, are ye here to see the end?

JEAN. Eh man, can ye no fly? Could ye no say that it was me?

BRODIE. No, Jean, this is where it ends. Uncle, this is where it ends. And to think that not an hour ago I still had hopes! Hopes! Ay, not an hour ago I thought of a new life. You were not forgotten, Jean. Leslie, you must try to forgive me . . . you, too!

LESLIE. You are her brother.

BRODIE (_to_ LAWSON). And you?

LAWSON. My name-child and my sister’s bairn!

BRODIE. You won’t forget Jean, will you? nor the child?

LAWSON. That I will not.

MARY. O Willie, nor I.