(She nods.)

Sounds all right. Neighbours’ children?

CINDERELLA. The brown box is. She’s half of an orphan, her father’s a bluejacket, so, of course, I said I would.

POLICEMAN. You need say no more. I pass little bluejacket.

CINDERELLA. Those other two is allies. She’s French—and her’s a Belgy—(calls). Marie-Therese.

(The French child sits up.)

Speak your language to the gentleman, Marie-Therese.

MARIE. Bon soir, monsieur—comment portez-vous? Je t’aime. (She curtseys charmingly to him from the box.)

POLICEMAN. Well, I’m ——d!

CINDERELLA. Delphine.