(He shakes his head.)
There’s always a riddle before you can marry into a royal family.
POLICEMAN (with increased gloom). The whole thing seems to be most terrible difficult.
CINDERELLA. Yes.... Good night.
POLICEMAN. You won’t let me stay with you?
CINDERELLA. No.
(He puts his lantern on the ground beside her.)
What’s that for?
POLICEMAN (humbly). It’s just a sort of guard for you. (He takes off his muffler and puts it several times round her neck.)