CINDERELLA (shrinking). I don’t think there’s nothing I could do for you.
MARION (rather appealing). Maybe there is. I see you’ve heard my story. They say there’s a man comes to see me at times though he has a wife in Hoxton.
CINDERELLA. I’ve heard.
MARION. So I’m being turned out.
CINDERELLA. I don’t think it’s a case for me.
MARION. Yes, it is.
CINDERELLA. Are you terrible fond of him?
MARION. Fond of him! Damn him!
(CINDERELLA shrinks. MARION makes sure that the man is asleep.)
Cinders, they’ve got the story wrong; it’s me as is his wife; I was married to him in a church. He met that woman long after and took up with her.