Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 35 in your next lecture warn the girls to go slow : it is dangerous as well as cruel to leave a lover standing. SiR PERcY. Oh I have learnt that lesson and a thousand others. ANGELA. You must go now. The moon— Sirk PERCY. This love is notof the moon. To-morrow— ANGELA. ‘* And to-morrow and to-morrow.” Speak not that idle word ! SIR PERCY, What of this chaplain ? ANGELA. What of your guardian ? Sir PERCY. Curses of hell ! ANGELA. Hush ! hush ! sweet words must come from such sweet lips. Sirk PERCY. What shall I do? ANGELA. You leave your fate already in my hands? Nay, but once married, you'll be master then ! Sir PERCY. Shame, sweetheart ! ANGELA. You have the strength of mind to defy con- vention: we dine together: we—O love, how dare you look such looks as these P— At moonset ride you back, and none the wiser. This always: for did we marry, the law would have its word to say. Sirk 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 IP 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! (Zhey 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 ? GREUMOCH (coming forward, as he sees them go). The de’il an’ a’! The de’il an’ a’! grimly auld beetch ! Meester Caroothers, Gude guide thee the nicht! Y’ere auld bones shall auche sair wi’ sorrow! Weel, weel, it’s an ill warld after a’! Greumoch wad be slow wi’ sic ill news, an’ she wull maun haste. Weel, weel ! Yon [Exit hastely,