WHY JESUS WEPT 
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GLENSTRAE. 
 
Well enough — a little rheumatic, perhaps.  H’m ! 
 
ANGELA. 
 
And the dear Marchioness ? 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Oh, very sad — there — there !  She has had to be, ah ! — 
er — under treatment. 
 
ANGELA. 
 
Dear, dear, how very sad !  Hullo !  Look here on this 
picture and on that !  (Molly and Sir Percy are discovered.) 
 
GLENSTRAE. 
 
Oh !  Ah !  I think I must go on.  I have an appoint-
ment at the club. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
Yet your lordship walks East. 
 
MOLLY. 
 
Oh, I am not revengeful.  Give me a fiver, my Lord Mar-
quis, and we’ll call it square. 
 
SIR PERCY. 
 
For me, my angel, get this prescription filled.