Mrs. Chapman: I didn't used to be like this, you know.
Leonard Finch: Like what?
Mrs. Chapman: A prude. I used to be *wild*.
Leonard Finch: Did you? Marvellous.
Mrs. Chapman: I told God I'd change. Told Him I'd be good from now on. Look where that's got me. It's a punishment form God, isn't it, the cancer?
Leonard Finch: God loves you.
Mrs. Chapman: How could He love a murderer?
[Leonard comes to sit beside Mrs C]
Leonard Finch: You know you can tell me anything. I'd be the last person to judge.
Mrs. Chapman: [tearfully] I wasn't even fifteen. The boy was a bit older. Said he loved me. And I loved him. I was so young. Couldn't have had a child, could I? There was a woman in the next village, told my mum she'd sort it out. Said I'd still be able to have babies after. I prayed to God. I told him if he let me live, I'd be good. And I was - ever so good the rest of my life. But it wasn't enough, was it?
Leonard Finch: You were a child, Mrs C. You were in a terrible predicament. God doesn't judge that.
Mrs. Chapman: I never did have a baby of my own. Never one that He let me keep. He's forsaken me, Leonard.
Leonard Finch: God tests us, but it's not punishment. You cancer is *not* a punishment. He'll come back to you when you need Him the most. All that happens to us - these trials - God's leading us to where we're meant to be. If you'd had children, maybe you wouldn't be here with me. And if I hadn't gone to prison, who knows where that particular bump in the road will lead.
Leonard Finch: [embracing her] Oh I do love, you Mrs C.