[Going down on her knees beside Mrs. Wharton and kissing her.] Oh, my dear, you’re so kind to me. I don’t know how I can ever thank you for all your kindness.
Mrs. Wharton.
It’s been a weary, anxious time for all of us. I know how unhappy you’ve been sometimes. I want you to have him now. He’s a good boy, and I think he’ll make you happy.
Sylvia.
[Getting up and giving John her hand.] I’m sure he will. I’ll try to make you a good wife, John.
John.
I expect you’ll be quite good enough for the likes of me. Then it’s to be Thursday next.
Sylvia.
[With a smile.] It is.
[He draws her to him and kisses her. She very nearly breaks down.