(_This is a magnificent person created by_ CINDERELLA _on learning from_ MR. BODIE _that the press is all powerful and that the ‘Times’ is the press. He carries one hand behind his back, as if it might be too risky to show the whole of himself at once, and it is noticeable that as he walks his feet do not quite touch the ground. He is the only person who is not a little staggered by the amount of gold: you almost feel that he thinks there is not quite enough of it. He very nearly sits down on one of the royal rocking chairs: and the_ LORD MAYOR, _looking red and unhappy, and as if he had now done for himself, has to whisper to him that the seats under the throne are reserved_.) O yes, O yes, make way for the Censor. (CINDERELLA _has had a good deal of trouble over this person, of whom she has heard a great deal in war-time, without meeting anyone who can tell her what he is like. She has done her best, and he is long and black and thin, dressed as tightly as a fish, and carries an executioner’s axe. All fall back from him in fear, except_ LORD TIMES, _who takes a step forward, and then the_ CENSOR _falls back_.) O yes, O yes, make way everybody for his Royal Highness the King, and his good lady the Queen. (_The_ KING _and_ QUEEN _are attired like their portraits on playing cards, who are the only royalties_ CINDERELLA _has seen, and they advance grandly to their rocking chairs, looking as if they thought the whole public was dirt, but not so much despised dirt as dirt with good points._ LORD TIMES _fixes them with his eye, and the_ KING _hastily crosses and shakes hands with him_.) O yes, O yes, make way everyone, except the King, and Queen, and Lord Times, for His Highness Prince Hard-to-Please. (_The heir apparent comes, preceded by trumpeters. His dress may a little resemble that of the extraordinary youth seen by_ CINDERELLA _in her only pantomime, but what quite takes our breath away is his likeness to our_ POLICEMAN. _If the ball had taken place a night earlier it may be hazarded that the_ PRINCE _would have presented quite a different face. It is as if_ CINDERELLA’S _views of his personality had undergone some unaccountable change, confusing even to herself, and for a moment the whole scene rocks, the street lamps wink, and odd shadows stalk among the courtiers, shadows of_ MR. BODIE, MARION, _and the party in an unfinished coat, who have surely no right to be here. This is only momentarily; then the palace steadies itself again._