CINDERELLA (curious). What’s in the parcel, David?
POLICEMAN. That remains to be seen. (He stands staring at his divinity.)
CINDERELLA (sneering). What are you looking at?
POLICEMAN. Just at you.
CINDERELLA (in high delight). Me! There’s little to look at in me. You should see the larder at the Home! You’ll have a cup of China tea and some of this cake?
POLICEMAN. No, Jane, no. (In a somewhat melancholy voice.) Things to eat have very little interest to me now.
CINDERELLA. Oh?
POLICEMAN. I’ve gone completely off my feed.
(CINDERELLA would have liked the PROBATIONER to hear this.)