POLICEMAN. For the second time, will you marry me, Jane?
CINDERELLA (who has been thinking out the answer for several days). David, I love thee, even as the stars shining on the parched earth, even as the flowers opening their petals to the sun; even as mighty ocean with its billows; even so do I love thee, David. (She nestles her head on his shoulder.)
POLICEMAN. If only I could have said it like that!
CINDERELLA (happily). That’s just a bit I was keeping handy. (Almost in a whisper.) David, do you think I could have a engagement ring?
POLICEMAN (squaring his shoulders). As to that, Jane, first tell me frankly, do you think the Police Force is romantical?
CINDERELLA. They’re brave and strong, but—
POLICEMAN. The general verdict is no. And yet a more romantical body of men do not exist. I have been brooding over this question of engagement rings, and I consider them unromantical affairs! (He walks toward his parcel.)
CINDERELLA. David, what’s in that parcel?
POLICEMAN. Humbly hoping you would have me, Jane, I have had something special made for you—
CINDERELLA (thrilling). Oh, David, what is it?