mair nor that to start wi'. An' may the
Lord bless ye, dear, kind gentleman, for your kindness! May the Lord
bless ye!

HUNT. You pad the hoof.

AINSLIE (_going out_). An' so I wull, wulln't I not? An' bless, bless ye
while there's breath in my body, wulln't I not?

HUNT (_solus_). You're a nice young man, Andrew Ainslie. Jemmy Rivers
and the Deacon in two days! By Jingo! (_He dances an instant gravely,
whistling to himself._) Jerry, that 'ere little two hundred of ours is
as safe as the bank.

TABLEAU VI

UNMASKED

_The Stage represents a room in Leslie's house. A practicable window,
C., through which a band of strong moonlight falls into the room. Near
the window a strong-box. A practicable door in wing, L. Candlelight_

SCENE I

_LESLIE, LAWSON, MARY, seated. BRODIE at back, walking between the
windows and the strong-box_

LAWSON. Weel, weel, weel, weel, nae doubt.

LESLIE. Mr. Lawson, I am perfectly satisfied with Brodie's word; I will
wait gladly.

LAWSON. I have nothing to say against that.

BRODIE (_behind LAWSON_). Nor for it.

LAWSON. For it? for it, William? Ye're perfectly richt there. (_To
LESLIE._) Just you do what William tells you; ye canna do better than
that.

MARY. Dear uncle, I see you are vexed; but Will and I are perfectly
agreed on the best course. Walter and I are young. O, we can wait; we
can trust each other.

BRODIE (_from behind_). Leslie, do you think it safe to keep this
strong-box in your room?

LESLIE. It does not trouble me.

BRODIE. I would not. 'Tis close to the window.

LESLIE. It's on the right side of it.

BRODIE. I give you my advice: I would not.

LAWSON. He may be right there too, Mr. Leslie.

BRODIE. I give him fair warning: it's not safe.

LESLIE. I have a different treasure to concern myself about; if all goes
right with that I shall be well contented.

MARY. Walter!

LAWSON. Ay, bairns, ye speak for your age.

LESLIE. Surely, sir, for every age: the ties of blood, of love, of
friendship, these are life's essence.

MARY. And for no one is it truer than my uncle. If he live to be a
thousand, he will still be young in heart, full of love, full of trust.

LAWSON. Ah, lassie, it's a wicked world.

MARY. Yes, you are out of sorts to-day; we know that.

LESLIE. Admitted that you know more of life, sir; admitted (if you
please) that the world is wicked; yet you do not lose trust in those you
love.

LAWSON. Weel ... ye get