MARY. No such thing, sir! I am not a bit afraid of you - nor a
bit angry neither. Give me a kiss, and promise me hours and
hours to-morrow morning.

BRODIE. All day long to-morrow, if you like.

MARY. Business or none?

BRODIE. Business or none, little sister! I'll make time, I
promise you; and there's another kiss for surety. Come along.
(THEY PROCEED TO PUSH OUT THE CHAIR, L.C.) The wine and wisdom
of this evening have given me one of my headaches, and I'm in
haste for bed. You'll be good, won't you, and see they make no
noise, and let me sleep my fill to-morrow morning till I wake?

MARY. Poor Will! How selfish I must have seemed! You should
have told me sooner, and I wouldn't have worried you. Come
along.

(SHE GOES OUT, PUSHING CHAIR.)


SCENE IX

BRODIE

(HE CLOSES, LOCKS, AND DOUBLE-BOLTS BOTH DOORS)

BRODIE. Now for one of the Deacon's headaches! Rogues all,
rogues all! (GOES TO CLOTHES-PRESS, AND PROCEEDS TO CHANGE HIS