LESLIE. Then you have not spoken as you promised?

MARY. I have been too happy to speak.

LESLIE. I am his friend. Precious as you are, he will trust you
to me. He has but to know how I love you, Mary, and how your
life is all in your love of me, to give us his blessing with a
full heart.

MARY. I am sure of him. It is that which makes my happiness
complete. Even to our marriage I should find it hard to say
'Yes' when he said 'No.'

LESLIE. Your father is trying to speak. I'll wager he echoes
you.

MARY (TO OLD BRODIE). My poor dearie! Do you want to say
anything to me? No? Is it to Mr. Leslie, then?

LESLIE. I am listening, Mr. Brodie.

MARY. What is it, daddie?

OLD BRODIE. My son - the Deacon - Deacon Brodie - the first at
school.

LESLIE. I know it, Mr. Brodie. Was I not the last in the same
class? (TO MARY.) But he seems to have forgotten us.