(_He is surveying the room with manly disapproval when his sister appears and greets him. She is all that the policeman has said of her, and more; if we did not have a heroine already we would choose_ DR. BODIE. _At the same time it cannot be denied that she is enough to make any brother wince. For instance, immediately she has passed him the time of day, she seems to be considering his case. Perhaps this is because she has caught him frowning at her stethescope. There is certainly a twinkle somewhere about her face. Before he can step back indignantly she raises one of his eyelids and comes to a conclusion._) DR. BODIE. Oh dear! Well, Dick, it’s entirely your own fault. (MR. BODIE _has a curious trick of kicking backwards with one foot when people take liberties with him, and a liberty has been taken with him now._) Kick away Dick, but you needn’t pretend that you have no faith in me as a medical man; for when you are really ill you always take the first train down here. In your heart I am the only doctor you believe in. BODIE. Stuff, Nellie. DR. BODIE. Then why did you put Cinderella under my care? BODIE. I didn’t know where else to send her when she was discharged from the hospital. Had to give her a chance of picking up. (_Thawing._) It was good of you to give her board and lodging. DR. BODIE (_sitting down to her day-book_). Not at all. I’ll send you in a whacking bill for her presently. BODIE (_kicking_). Well, I’ve come all this way to see her. How is she getting on, Nellie? DR. BODIE. She is in the garden. I daresay you can see her from the window. BODIE. I see some men only; I believe they are wounded Tommies. 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_.) I see her now. She’s on a bed, Nellie. DR. BODIE. Yes. That is for convenience, for wheeling her about. BODIE (_waving_). She sees me. And how is she, Nell? DR. BODIE. She is always bright—perhaps too bright. BODIE. Can’t be too bright.