CINDERELLA. They’re terrible small! Maybe they’ll not go on!
(_They go on._)
CINDERELLA. They’re like two kisses.
POLICEMAN. More like two love-letters.
CINDERELLA. No, David, no,—kisses.
POLICEMAN. We won’t quarrel about it, Cinders; but at the same
time.... However!
(_He presses her face to him for a moment so that he
may not see its transparency._ DR. BODIE _has told him
something_.)