PROBATIONER (_gaily_). Not I! Don’t want to; horrid little explosives! But have you—has he—? CINDERELLA (_becoming larger_). In my poor opinion, if it’s not a love-letter, it’s a very near thing. PROBATIONER. If I could see the darling little detestable? CINDERELLA. Oh no, oh no, no, no, no! But I’ll tell you one thing as is in it. This—‘There are thirty-four policemen sitting in this room, but I would rather have you, my dear.’ What do you think? That’s a fine bit at the end. PROBATIONER (_sparkling_). Lovely! Go on, Cinderella, fling reticence to the winds. CINDERELLA (_doing so_). Unless I am—very far out—in my judgment of men—that man is infatuate about me! PROBATIONER (_clapping her hands_). The delicious scoundrel! Cinderella, be merciless to him! Knife him, you dear! Give him beans! CINDERELLA (_gurgling_). I ill-treats him most terrible! PROBATIONER. That’s the way! down with lovers, slit them to ribbons, stamp on them. CINDERELLA. Sometimes I—(_she sits up_). Listen! PROBATIONER (_alarmed_). It isn’t Dr. Bodie, is it? CINDERELLA. No, it’s _him_. PROBATIONER. I don’t hear a sound. CINDERELLA. I can hear him fanning his face with his helmet. He has come in such a hurry. Nurse, you watch me being cruel to him. PROBATIONER. At him, Cinderella, at him! DANNY (_flinging open the door_). The Constabulary’s carriage stops the way. (_Our_ POLICEMAN _stalks in, wetting his lips as he does so_.) PROBATIONER (_giving him her hand_). How do you do? You forget, I daresay, that I met you when you were here last; but I remember ‘our policeman.’ (_He is bashful._) There she is. (_The wicked invalid is looking the other way._) POLICEMAN. A visitor to see you, Jane. CINDERELLA (_without looking round_). I thought it had a visitor’s sound. (_She peeps at the_ PROBATIONER _gleefully_.) POLICEMAN (_very wooden_). You don’t ask who it is, Jane? CINDERELLA. I thought it might be that great big ridiculous policeman. (DANNY _laughs, and our_ POLICEMAN _gives him a very stern look_.) POLICEMAN (_after reflection_). I’m here again, Jane. CINDERELLA (_admitting it with a glance_). Perhaps you didn’t ought to come so often; it puts them about. POLICEMAN (_cleverly_). But does it put you about, Jane? CINDERELLA. Hey! Hey! (_With a cunning waggle of the hand she intimates to the_ NURSE _that she may go_.) DANNY (_who is not so easily got rid of_). You had best be going too, Robert. The lady has answered you in the negative. POLICEMAN (_lowering_). You make a move there. (DANNY, _affecting alarm, follows the_ PROBATIONER.) CINDERELLA. I like fine to hear you ordering the public about, David. POLICEMAN (_humbly_). I’m very pleased, Jane, if there’s any little thing about me that gives you satisfaction. (_He puts down a small parcel that he has brought in._) CINDERELLA (_curious_). What’s in the parcel, David? POLICEMAN. That remains to be seen. (_He stands staring at his divinity._)