Collected Works (Vol. III)

42 WHY JESUS WEPT 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, [know. (Zzd¢er a footman.) These blinds down ! (Zhe maz obeys.) But a tasty little morsel like your Molly—your first love. —Eh, my lad? There; there, don’t be angry ! Srr PERcY. You disgust me. [Zhe footman turns to go. Pshaw ! GLENSTRAE (0 footian). Wait ! (Zo Sir Percy.) Would you tell her sor Sir PERcy. If I deigned speech. GLENSTRAE. fora moment. (Lait servazt.) After which I shall leave you for an hour, my boy. I am to do some business — aha! some rather pleasant business, There! there! [Anter MOLLY TYSON. MOLLY. O! Sir Percy! My lord, could you not have told me of this ? GLENSTRAE, Now, your condition ! MOLLY. Sir Percy, do you, can you love me? You promised to love me for ever. SiR PERCY. Who is this woman? Iam weary of these women, MOLLY. Sir, sir, acknowledge me. You know not what hangs on it—my honour even ! GLENSTRAE. A speech of this breed is not in the bond —but let it pass. There! there! MOLLY. Sir, I beseech you—for an hour-—-take me away. Iam in terrible trouble of body and soul—danger, misery. Sirk PERCY. O, go! to the devil for me! care? Iam tired, I tell you. What do 1 GLENSTRAR. You see, Molly, I told you true. MOLLY (¢uris to the MARCHIONESS and kneels by her). are a O, my lady Marchioness! You great lady. Spare me this shame, your loid’s . . | shame, your own shame. ... Simmons, ask Miss Tyson to step here' 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. Come, Molly! MOLLY. Must I, must I? Oh, sir, have pity ! G1! ENSTRAE. A bargain’s a bargain—bul there! there ! — what are you growling at? A thousand a