JEAN (WHO HAS ENTERED SILENTLY DURING THE DEACON'S LAST WORDS).
It's me, Wullie.

BRODIE (TURNING UPON HER). What! You here again? [you again!]

JEAN. Deacon, I'm unco vexed.

BRODIE. Do you know what you do? Do you know what you risk?
[Is there nothing - nothing! - will make you spare me this
idiotic, wanton prosecution?]

JEAN. I was wrong to come yestreen; I ken that fine. But the
day it's different; I but to come the day, Deacon, though I ken
fine it's the Sabbath, and I think shame to be seen upon the
streets.

BRODIE. See here, Jean. You must go now. I come to you
to-night; I swear that. But now I'm for the road.

JEAN. No till you've heard me, William Brodie. Do ye think I
came to pleasure mysel', where I'm no wanted? I've a pride o' my
ains.

BRODIE. Jean, I am going now. If you please to stay on alone,
in this house of mine, where I wish I could say you are welcome,
stay (GOING).

JEAN. It's the man frae Bow Street.