_To these, LAWSON, L._
LAWSON. A braw day this, William. (_Seeing JEAN._) Eh. Mistress Watt?
And what'll have brocht you here?
BRODIE (_seated on bench_). Something, uncle, she lost last night, and
she thinks that something she lost is here. _Voila._
LAWSON. Why are ye no' at the kirk, woman? Do ye gang to the kirk?
JEAN. I'm mebbe no' what ye would just ca' reg'lar. Ye see, Fiscal, it's
the wean.
LAWSON. A bairn's an excuse; I ken that fine, Mistress Watt. But bairn
or nane, my woman, ye should be at the kirk. Awa' wi' ye! Hear to the
bells; they're ringing in. (_JEAN curtsies to both, and goes out C. The
bells, which have been ringing quicker, cease._)