Why Jesus Wept

WHY JESUS WEPT 35 SIR PERCY. And you—how old are you ? ANGELA. That is a rude, rude boy ! SIR PERCY. Oh, I am so sorry, I forgot. ANGELA. I will tell you, though. I am all but twenty-two ! SIR PERCY. That is young yet. ANGELA. Ah, in your eyes I see sadness—I breathe ; I hope. Think deeply in yourself, if you love this girl ! I am older than you, to be sure ; but not so much. May be you would find my love a better thing than you think ! Do I perspire now ? Do my cheeks run down nasty wet tears ? Is my love a monotonous harping on one word ? Love, Percy — dare I call you Percy ? SIR PERCY. If I may call you Angela.