Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 61 SIR PERCY. O, go ! to the devil for me ! What do I care ? I am tired, I tell you. GLENSTRAE. You see, Molly, I told you true. MOLLY, turns to the Marchioness and kneels by her. O, my lady Marchioness ! You are a great lady. Spare me this shame, your lord’s shame, your own shame... LADY GLENSTRAE. Take her away. Less light ! GLENSTRAE. Ha ! Ha ! SIR PERCY. I cannot see your humour, Glenstrae — forgive me so far ! And to tell the truth of it, I can do nothing and care to do less. GLENSTRAE. Come, Molly ! MOLLY. Must I, must I ? Oh, sir, have pity ! GLENSTRAE. A bargain’s a bargain — but there ! there ! — what are you growling at ? A thousand a year and a flat in Mayfair is better than farmer Tyson’s butter and eggs.