(She lifts the bowl and discovers the helmet. She is appalled.)
BODIE (in an agony of remorse pointing to the door). Cinderella, quick!
(But our POLICEMAN has emerged and barred the way.)
POLICEMAN (indicating that it is MR. BODIE who must go). If you please, sir.
BODIE. I won’t! Don’t you dare to frighten her.
POLICEMAN (settling the matter with the palm of his hand). That will do. If I need you I’ll call you.
BODIE (flinching). Cinderella, it’s—it’s just a form. I won’t be far away.
(He departs reluctantly.)
POLICEMAN (sternly). Stand up.
CINDERELLA (a quaking figure, who has never sat down). I’m standing up.