Couchy.
(They disappear.)
POLICEMAN. An ally?
CINDERELLA. She’s—she’s—Swiss.
POLICEMAN (lowering). Now then!
CINDERELLA. She’s not exactly Swiss. You can guess now what she is.
POLICEMAN (grave). This puts me in a very difficult position.
CINDERELLA (beginning to cry). Nobody would take her. She was left over. I tried not to take her. I’m a patriot, I am. But there she was—left over—and her so terrible little—I couldn’t help taking her.
POLICEMAN. I dunno. (Quite unfairly.) If her folk had been in your place and you in hers, they would have shown neither mercy nor pity for you.
CINDERELLA (stoutly). That makes no difference.