CINDERELLA. Quick! Quick!
POLICEMAN. —for my amazing romantical mind said to me that, instead
of popping a ring on the finger of his dear, a true lover should
pop a pair of glass slippers upon her darling feet!
CINDERELLA. David, you’re a poet!
POLICEMAN (_not denying it_). It’s what you’ve made me—and proud I
would be if, for the honour of the Force, I set this new fashion in
engagement rings. (_He reveals the glass slippers._)
(CINDERELLA _holds out her hands for the little doves_.)