CINDERELLA. Sometimes I—(she sits up). Listen!
PROBATIONER (alarmed). It isn’t Dr. Bodie, is it?
CINDERELLA. No, it’s him.
PROBATIONER. I don’t hear a sound.
CINDERELLA. I can hear him fanning his face with his helmet. He has come in such a hurry. Nurse, you watch me being cruel to him.
PROBATIONER. At him, Cinderella, at him!
DANNY (flinging open the door). The Constabulary’s carriage stops the way.
(Our POLICEMAN stalks in, wetting his lips as he does so.)
PROBATIONER (giving him her hand). How do you do? You forget, I daresay, that I met you when you were here last; but I remember ‘our policeman.’