DR. BODIE. Yes. There’s a Convalescent Home down here. That is part of my job. Do the men look as if they were gathering round anything?
BODIE. They do.
DR. BODIE. Ah! Then that is Cinderella. She is now bossing the British Army, Dick.
BODIE. I might have guessed it. (Chuckling.) Does she charge a penny?
DR. BODIE. Not to the military.
BODIE. Nellie, I have had some inquiries made lately about her parents.
DR. BODIE. She doesn’t know much about them herself.
BODIE. No, and we needn’t tell her this. Her mother—ah well, poor soul!—and the father was a very bad egg. And from that soil, Nellie, this flower has sprung. Nobody to tend it. Can’t you see little Cinderella with her watering-can carefully bringing up herself. I wish I could paint that picture.
(Perhaps DR. BODIE sees the picture even more clearly than he does.)