Why Jesus Wept

40 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. But this you speak of, is it not sin ? (She looks at him.) And what if it were ? ANGELA. My carriage waits — yonder. SIR PERCY. Ah come, come, come ! ANGELA. Dare I ? SIR PERCY. Dare all things ! I will this delight ; it shall be. And in five years we can marry, or my guardian will consent before. ANGELA. Come ! (They go off slowly, closely entwined, kissing and whispering.) SIR PERCY. You are faint with passion, love. You walk heavily. ANGELA. Ay, love, it is to feel your strength support me ! (Aside.) Will the doctors never catch up with the coiffeurs ? GHREUMOCH, coming forward, as he sees them go. The de’il an’ a ! The de’il an’ a ! Yon grimly auld beetch ! Meester Caroothers, Gude guid thee the nicht ! Y’ere auld