I thought perhaps it wouldn’t be a lie. I had to do it, John. It was my only chance.
John.
Why did you do it?
Sylvia.
Don’t look at me so sternly. I can’t bear it. You frighten me. I can’t collect my thoughts.
John.
Why did you do it? Shall I tell you? Because at the back of all your Christian humility there’s the desire to dominate. It isn’t so much that I didn’t believe as that I didn’t believe what you wanted me to believe. You wanted to grind my face in the dust.
Sylvia.
[Passionately.] John, if you only knew! I only thought of you. I only thought of you all the time.
John.