Why Jesus Wept

22 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Dear me ! The young gentleman’s ill too. What a nice boy it is ! I must go and help him. Why did he call to me ? (Goes back.) I was afraid — Yes, but I must go. Something calls me. Is anything the matter, sir ? (He does not answer. She lifts his head to her lap.) How pale he is ! Poor boy ! Shall I run to the Hall and get help, I wonder ? (Puts him gently down and half rises. His eyes open.) SIR PERCY. Oh ! I am but a coward. I am not ill, I was awake. I let you hold me. Forgive me ! MOLLY. Forgive you, sir ? I am a poor girl of the dale. SIR PERCY. Your voice is like an empress — no, a nightingale. You do not speak like a daleswoman. MOLLY. I was at school, sir, at — SIR PERCY. O but I love you ! There is none above you, Not God ! I renounce Thee, O maker ! Dissolve,