WHY JESUS WEPT 
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LADY GLENSTRAE. 
 
Pull down the blinds. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Certainly, certainly, my dear, I will ring.  (Rings.) 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
I am sick and sane now.  God do so to me and more also 
if I look at a woman again.  What a fool I have been ! 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Ah, my boy, you will keep clear of the old ones, I know.  
(Enter a footman.) These blinds down !  (The man obeys.)  But a 
tasty little morsel like your Molly — your first love. — Eh, 
my lad ?  There ; there, don’t be angry ! 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Pshaw !  You disgust me.  (The footman turns to go.) 
 
GLENSTRAE, to footman. 
 
Wait !  (To Sir Percy.) would you tell her so ? 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
If I deigned speech. 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here for a moment.  (Exit 
servant.)  After which I shall leave you for an hour, my boy.