CINDERELLA. Oh, Mr. Bodie, what is it?
BODIE (remembering what he has been told of the Scotland Yard test). I don’t like.... I won’t have it.
POLICEMAN. It gives her the chance of proving once and for all whether she’s of gentle blood.
CINDERELLA (eagerly). Does it?
BODIE. I must forbid....
CINDERELLA (with dreadful resolution). I’m ready. I wants to know myself.
POLICEMAN. Ve—ry well. Now then, I heard you say that the old party downstairs had paid you your wages to-day.
CINDERELLA. I see nothing you can prove by that. It was a half-week’s wages—1s. 7d. Of course I could see my way clearer if it had been 1s. 9d.
POLICEMAN. That’s neither here nor there. We’ll proceed. Now, very likely you wrapped the money up in a screw of paper. Did you?
(She is afraid of giving herself away.)