POLICEMAN (astounded). It’s what I am! And yet there’s something bold I must say to you.
CINDERELLA (faltering genteelly). Is there?
POLICEMAN. It’ll be a staggering surprise to you.
(CINDERELLA giggles discreetly.)
I promised the Doctor as I came in not to tire you. (With some awe.) She’s a powerful woman that.
CINDERELLA. If you tire me I’ll hold up my hand just like you do to stop the traffic. Go on, David. Just wait a moment. (She takes off his helmet and holds it to her thin breast.) Here’s a friend of mine. Now?
POLICEMAN (despairing of himself). I wish I was a man in a book. It’s pretty the way they say it; and if ever there was a woman that deserved to have it said pretty to her it’s you. I’ve been reading the books. There was one chap that could speak six languages. Jane, I wish I could say it to you in six languages, one down and another come up, till you had to take me in the end.
CINDERELLA. To take you?
POLICEMAN (in woe). Now I’ve gone and said it in the poorest, silliest way! Did you hold up your hand to stop me, Jane?
CINDERELLA. No.