A recessional hymn is sung in a procession returning from the choir to the robing room.

Nor ſhall the Sacred Character of the King / Be urg'd, to ſhield me from thy bold appeal.

But she changed her screensaver, which was a photo of Julian eating scrambled eggs—he was smiling, holding his fork away from himself, as if he were waving the eggs at her—and replaced it with a photo of Olivia, looking up from her desk […]

The ancient poetess singeth, that Hesperus all things bringeth, / Smoothing the wearied mind: bring me my love, Rosalind.