Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 63 Get a doctor to give you a prescription like this — they ask a hundred francs — oh ! it is a shame ! Buy a little syringe ; and that is Heaven for all your life. — How do you feel ? SIR PERCY. Why, I am well at once. I never felt better in my life. The devil take my trouble now ! I shall go out and conquer the whole world. I shall be the great magician, the Lord of the Stars. I have it in me to write poetry. Yes, that, first. (Goes to table and takes pen and paper.) In praise of — what is your medicine called, dear Marchioness ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls me ? What is it ? Leave me alone ! SIR PERCY. Tell me, dear Lady — Maud ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Ah ! you are the boy. SIR PERCY. Your boy, queen ! LADY GLENSTRAE. Oh, yes, my boy. SIR PERCY. What is this medicine called ?