CINDERELLA (eagerly). Fine you could—with just a little practice. I’ll let you see the effect.
(She bends one of his knees, extends an arm and curves the other till he looks like a graceful teapot. She puts his stick in one hand and his hat in the other, and he is now coquettishly saluting a lady.)
GENTLEMAN (carried away as he looks at himself in a glass). By Gosh! Cut away, Missy!
CINDERELLA. I’ll need one more try-on. (Suddenly.) That’s to say if I’m here.
GENTLEMAN (little understanding the poignancy of the remark). If it would be convenient to you to have the penny now—
CINDERELLA. No, not till I’ve earned it. It’s my rule. Good night to you, Mr. Jennings.
GENTLEMAN. Good night, Missy.
(We see him go out by the door and disappear up the street.)
CINDERELLA (sharply). Next.