Collected Works (Vol. III)

WHY JESUS WEPT 45 ANGELA. Dear, dear, how very sad! Hullo! Look here on this picture and on that ! [MOLLY azd SIR PERCY are discovered. GLENSTRAE. Oh! Ah! I think I must go on. an appointment at the club. I have SiR PERcY. Yet your lordship walks East. MOLLY. Oh, I am not revengeful. Give me a fiver, my Lord Marquis, and we'll call it square. Sirk PERCY. For me, my angel, get this prescription | filled. ANGELA. Oh, go to the devil, both of you! quis, shall we sup at the Carlton? Mar- GLENSTRAE. With pleasure —ha! a most amusing meeting—ha! ANGELA. Where have you been this evening? GLENSTRAE. O most dull, indeed! I had to give the Presidential address at St. Martin’s Town Hall for the Children’s Special Service Mission. ANGELA. Yes, your Lordship is indeed a true friend to the little ones. A curious coincidence. I am the new president of the Zenana Mission. GLENSTRAKE. You! ANGELA. Think of the poor heathen women kept in such terrible seclusion ! GLENSTRAE. Ah! I had not thought your sympathy was genuine; but there, there! There is more real good in human nature than— ANGELA. Genuine enough! this ! But what a jest is GLENSTRAE, A most remarkable coincidence—a very pleasant reminder, Shall we sup? ANGELA, Yes; a magnum of Pol Roger, ’84— GLENSTRAE. With a dash of brandy in it— ANGELA. Will clothe our old loves in a halo of romance again. GLENSTRAE. Ha! Ha! We wear well, eh? ‘There, there! (Opens the carriage door.) The Carlton. (/ollows and shuts door.) [Sik PERCY and MOLLY part. The effect of hts last dose ts worn off; clutching hts prescription, he goes off with set teeth. MOLLY goes the other way: to her enter a theatre- £oer. MOLLY. Won’t you come with me, ducky? THEATRE-GORR. Not to-night. See you some other night. MOLLY. Oh, do come, dearie ! THEATRE-GOER. No, I tell you—try Liverpool Street ! { Curfain,