Why Jesus Wept

34 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. O she is my love, my dove, my star, my — Ah ! — I hurt you ! (Aside.) O beast ! What is this doubt ? ANGELA, very close to him. I hear another anthem in those eyes. By God, lad, you are wonderful ! SIR PERCY. What would you say ? ANGELA. What would I not do ? Listen, I am Angela, Lady Baird. I am rich. That wealth now for the first time yields me some pleasure. The moon rises late, after ten o’clock : you shall come with me. We are — neighbours, are we not ? You shall come to my castle, I say ; there I will prepare all for you and your young bride : my chaplain shall marry you at midnight ; my name and power shall shield you from all mischance. SIR PERCY. I am my own master. ANGELA. You think so ? They have kept if from you, but you have a guardian : ask him if you may marry a mere country lass — and you now not yet seventeen.