I still don’t follow.
Sylvia.
I thought that when you knelt at the chancel steps, and received the Communion as you used to receive it when you were a boy, all the feelings of your boyhood would rush back on you. I had to make you take it.
John.
In my frame of mind? Surely I had no right to.
Sylvia.
I know. That’s what makes my sin the greater. Perhaps I was mad. To God all things are possible. I felt certain you’d believe.
John.
[Very gravely.] Perhaps you have worked a miracle, but not the one you expected.
Sylvia.