Was you ever at a ball?
CINDERELLA (with dignity). At any rate I’ve been at the Horse Show.
POLICEMAN. A ball’s not like a Horse Show.
CINDERELLA. You’ll see.
POLICEMAN (reverting to business). It all comes to this, are you genteel, or common clay?
CINDERELLA (pertly). I leaves that to you.
POLICEMAN. You couldn’t leave it in safer hands. I want a witness to this.
CINDERELLA (startled). A witness! What are you to do?
(With terrible self-confidence he has already opened the door and beckoned. MR. BODIE comes in anxiously.)
POLICEMAN. Take note, sir. (With the affable manner of a conjuror.) We are now about to try a little experiment, the object being to discover whether this party is genteel or common clay.