PRINCE (with a sinking). Oh, I say!
QUEEN. Of course he is good, Cinderella—he is our son.
CINDERELLA (doggedly). I would like it put in his mouth.
KING. But—
PRINCE (alarmed). Pater!
LORD TIMES. It must be done.
(The test is therefore made. The royal mouth has to open to the thermometer, which is presently passed to the KING for examination. He looks very grave. The PRINCE seizes the tell-tale thing, and with a happy thought lets it fall.)
PRINCE. 99!
(The joyous cry is taken up by all, and CINDERELLA goes divinely on one knee to her lord and master.)