(A penny and a ‘shirt’ pass between them and he departs.)
(CINDERELLA turns her attention to the newcomer.)
What’s your pleasure?
POLICEMAN. Shave, please.
CINDERELLA (quivering before his beard). Shave! I shaves in an ordinary way, but I don’t know as I could tackle that.
POLICEMAN. I thought you was a barber.
CINDERELLA (stung). I’ll get the lather.
(She goes doubtfully into what she calls her bedroom.
He seizes this opportunity to survey the room. A remarkable man this, his attention is at once riveted on the boxes, but before he can step on a chair and take a peep the barber returns with the implements of her calling. He reaches his chair in time not to be caught by her. She brings in a bowl of soap and water and a towel, which she puts round him in the correct manner.)