You went into Canterbury to buy a wedding ring. What have you done with it?
John.
I have it here. Why?
Sylvia.
Can I have it?
John.
Of course.
[He takes it out of his waistcoat pocket, and, wondering, gives it to her.
Sylvia.
[Slipping the ring on her finger.] I will put the love of man out of my life. I will turn from what is poor and transitory to what is everlasting. I will be the bride of One whose love is never denied to them that seek it. The love of God is steadfast and enduring. I can put all my trust in that and I shall never find it wanting.... Good-bye, John, God bless you now and always.