You know he loves you, Sylvia. It would make me so happy if you two could arrive at some understanding. It seems such a pity that the happiness of both of you should be ruined.
Sylvia.
I would do anything in the world for John, but I can’t sacrifice what is and must be dearer to me even than he.
Mrs. Wharton.
Can’t you teach him to believe?
Sylvia.
Oh, I wish I could. I pray for him night and day.
Mrs. Wharton.
I wished afterwards that I’d asked him to be present when his father and I received the Communion. I think at that last solemn moment he might have been moved to receive it with us.
Sylvia.