There, sweetheart. Your tea.
PIERROT (stirring himself)
Aren’t you going to have some, too?
PIERRETTE (controlling her voice and with her back half turned to him as she goes to the other room)
Oh no, dear; I’ve had lots of tea this afternoon. I’m not hungry. Besides, I’m late with the cleaning up. I’ll be gone only a minute.
(She goes out quickly. Pierrot makes to rise and follow her; then, with a hopeless wave of the hand, sinks back into the chair. He drinks his tea moodily. There is a voice outside)—
“Tins to mend! Tins to mend!”
(A knock at the door and the Tins-to-mend man enters.)
MAN (taking off his cap, half humorously, half apologetically)
Any tins to mend, sir?