to my office, with me and this guid wife.

BRODIE (ASIDE TO JEAN, AS SHE PASSES WITH A CURTSEY). How dare
you be here? (ALOUD TO SMITH.) Wait you here, my man.

SMITH. If you please, sir. (BRODIE GOES OUT, C.)


SCENE VII

BRODIE, SMITH.

BRODIE. What the devil brings you here?

SMITH. CONfound it, Deakin! Not rusty?

[BRODIE. And not you only: Jean too! Are you mad?

SMITH. Why, you don't mean to say, Deakin, that you have been
stodged by G. Smith, Esquire? Plummy old George?]

BRODIE. There was my uncle the Procurator -

SMITH. The Fiscal? He don't count.

BRODIE. What d'ye mean?

SMITH. Well, Deakin, since Fiscal Lawson's Nunkey Lawson, and
it's all in the family way, I don't mind telling you that Nunkey
Lawson's a customer of George's. We give Nunkey Lawson a good