MARIE. Bonne nuit, Monsieur.
GLADYS. Did you say you was going, Mister?
POLICEMAN. They’re wonderful polite.
CINDERELLA. I doubt that’s not politeness. The naughties—they’re asking you to go away.
POLICEMAN. Oh! (He rises with hauteur.)
CINDERELLA. You see we’re to have a bite of supper before I start—to celebrate the night.
POLICEMAN. Supper with the kids! When I was a kid in the country at Badgery—you’ve done it again!
CINDERELLA. Done what?
POLICEMAN (with that strange feeling of being at home). I suppose I would be in the way?