POLICEMAN. It’s done.
CINDERELLA. I want you to let me have the satisfaction, David, of having refused you once.
POLICEMAN. Willingly; but what for?
CINDERELLA. I couldn’t say. Just because I’m a woman. Mind you, I daresay I’ll cast it up at you in the future.
POLICEMAN. I’ll risk that. Will you be my princess, Jane?
CINDERELLA. You promise to ask again? At once?
POLICEMAN. Yes.
CINDERELLA. Say—I do.
POLICEMAN. I do.
CINDERELLA (firmly). It’s a honour you do me, policeman, to which I am not distasteful. But I don’t care for you in that way, so let there be no more on the subject. (Anxiously.) Quick, David!