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.