Staring at a steeple;—
And you’re all in the dumps, Pierrot? Isn’t that the trouble?
PIERROT
They didn’t laugh to-day, Pierrette; and they didn’t laugh yesterday. They haven’t laughed for a long time—not as they used to. (Most gloomily) And three of my songs have come back from the editors!
PIERRETTE (defending him)
But who cares for editors, Pierrot? They’re such stupid creatures! Some day you’ll write a great song that everybody’ll love; and then you’ll see all the foolish little editors bringing you velvets and gold.
PIERROT (in gloom)
No. The editors are right. The people are right. Something’s gone out of me. I’m not the same as I was before—before—How long have we been married, Pierrette?
PIERRETTE
Just three tiny years!