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…OLLY. Oh yes, I love you ! Percy ! SIR PERCY. Molly ! Molly ! MOLLY. Dear boy, how I love you ! SIR PERCY. And I you, sweetheart. MOLLY. Good-bye, then ! SIR PERCY. Good-bye ! Good-bye ! At moonrise. MOLLY. At my door. ANGELA. Better write it down, and then you won’t forget.
62 WHY JESUS WEPT. MOLLY. Must it be now ? GLENSTRAE. Much better now. There, there ! Wish me good luck, Percy ! SIR PERCY. I know nothing of your devil’s game. Good luck ! GLENSTRAE. Caste, John Burns. (Exeunt Marquis and Molly.) LADY GLENSTRAE. Hist ! Percy, hither to me. Is no one looking ? SIR PERCY. No, there is no one here. LADY GLENSTRAE. I can cure you. I can make you strong and happy again. O what rapture ! SIR PERCY. What is it ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Here, let me give you this medicine. A little prick of pain, and then — pleasure — Oh ! (S…
30 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY. One kiss for good-bye. MOLLY. Good-bye. Slowly retires, looking over her shoulder. They run back to meet each other, and embrace anew for some minutes. Eventually Sir Percy Percivale tears himself away, Molly disappears, and Sir Percy goes sorrowfully back to his boat, which he now manoeuvres to the landing stage. ANGELA. Now let him find it ! This will puzzle him. When Limburger replaces Patchouli, Why — moonrise ! Sir Percy, radiant, reaches the landing stage, moors his boat and mounts. He sees a pink note on the…
74 WHY JESUS WEPT SIR GRABSON J. Good ! Good ! No chance of heirs failing — ha ! But a word in your ear. This morphia ? SIR HERPES Z. Not a sign of relapse, old friend, and never will be now. Sir Percy is as sound a man as lives in England — I took four other opinions. SIR GRABSON J. None as weighty as your own ! SIR HERPES Z. You are polite, very polite. Where is Carruthers ? SIR GRABSON J. He is away to Windsor — the King (they beat their foreheads eightyseven times upon the ground) knights him to-day. SIR HERPES Z. I knew he had the O.M. and…
…looks up, Stay ! In the wood By the waterway, stands A delicate fairy ! Molly Tyson is discovered. I’ll steal from above, Watch her. How good ! How sweet of her hands ! How dainty and airy ! How perfect, how kind ! How bright in her thoughts ! How subtle, refined, The least light of her mind ! Let me approach ! O fear ! O sorrow ! I fear to encroach. Scree-king, I borrow Thy frown, thy pride, Thy magical targe. To her side I glide, To the mystical marge Of this lake enchaunted.
48 WHY JESUS WEPT. SIR PERCY, aside. O that were devilish — she’s a good girl ! ANGELA. I hate her. SIR PERCY. Buy yourself a pretty hat ! Forget my pretty speeches ! Flings his purse down. CARRUTHERS. O Lord Christ ! In one short day — he was a gentleman ! Sir Percival ! Would God I were dead too ! If he had lived — thank God he died ! Sir Percy, Lend me your pistol ; here’s a heart to hit ! Sir Percy descends, after taking farewell of Angela, and appears again on horse- back among his men. SIR PERCY. Arnold and Ritson, tend the wounded man ! …
…en 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 —
…omical detail is certain. Here is a ph — SIR GRABSON J. Tush, tush, old friend, I can take your word for it. SIR HERPES Z. You have some good news to announce, I think, as well as I. SIR GRABSON J. Sad for the general commonwealth, but of particular joy in this house. The Marquis of Glenstrae had the misfortune yesterday to fall against a circular saw in motion. SIR HERPES Z. Dear, dear ! and how was that ? SIR GRABSON J. His lordship was very fond of children, as you may know. It seems he was pursuing — it is, I am told, an innocent child’s ga…
…e rolls by, as from the theatre. It stops owing to a block in the traffic. MOLLY. O sir ! I am so sorry for you. SIR PERCY. And a lot of good that does ! Enter, on the pavement, the Marquis of Glenstrae, in his fur coat. The occupant of the carriage, Angela, Lady Baird, recognises him and leans out to greet him. GLENSTRAE. Ah, my dear lady, how do you do this cold weather ? ANGELA. Well, very well, thank you — and you ?
…asty face again ! [She spits at him and goes.) SIR PERCY, half rises and falls back. Oh ! oh ! It is impossible. Lord Marquis, you are a good man. Tell me, it is a hideous dream. GLENSTRAE. No dream, my boy. You are the hundredth she has treated after this fashion. But cheer up now. There ! There ! Women are all the same. Eh, Maud ? LADY GLENSTRAE. Who calls ? What do you want ? Leave me alone ! GLENSTRAE. Ah, nothing ! Nothing, my dear.
…were easier than to show That Lady Baird avoided woe ; And Lord Glenstrae, that worthy peer, Saved whisky by supplying beer. For what is good, and makes for peace, What evil, wisdom must increase Well near omniscience before One guesses what it all is for. Still, since de gustibus not est — (My schoolboy readers know the rest !) I much prefer — that is, mere I — Solitude to Society. And that is why I sit and spoil So much clean paper with such toil By Kandy Lake in far Ceylon. I have my old pyjamas on : I shake my soles from Britain’s dust : I …
… The twilight dangers of a boy’s dim way, His dragons to confront, his minotaurs to slay. Yet, when he knew himself the baronet, He took good order for the house, and bore Him as beseemed the master ; none may fret All are as well bestowed as aye before. His father’s eighty was with him fourscore. His father’s old advisers well he groups Into a closer company ; their lore He ardently acquires — he loops no loops, But — Bacon — grapples them to’s soul, with steely hoops ! You, lass, may see here for this Boy’s companions Virtue and Peace of Mind…
…t, through the minis- tration of Mr. Hogwash, the Baptist minister at Brixton (Mr. Chesterton executes the cake-walk), who they say is a good man, and very much blessed of the dear Lord, my dear, in his ministrations, though of course he has not been brought out of sect2 as yet. II AGÉD SISTER, do. Dear ! Dear ! Very sad ! Perhaps the dear Lord will open his eyes. (The praying brother sits down suddenly, satisfied with himself.) A HORNY-HANDED BROTHER, who rises grunting, as if the action were painful or unfamiliar. Matthew Twenty-fourth and Fo…