I shall love you always, always—
Sweetheart, through the endless years;
I shall love you with my heartaches;
I shall love you with my tears.
(She goes out into the night.)
(After a time Pierrot comes hurrying in. His eyes are dancing. His toes are dancing. He peeks about to see if she is there. Then he makes to hide his package under the stool, but thinks better of it. He runs to the screen, but again decides against the place. He looks about and considers. An idea strikes him and he takes off his peaked hat and drops the package into that. But again he decides against it. At last, with a sudden inspiration, he runs to the pewter pot.)
PIERROT (gleeful)
She’ll use that to-night when she warms Kittikins’ milk. A great idea! Oh, she’ll be surprised! And I’ll just pretend I know nothing about it! I’ll be reading in my book—or writing—making faces at my paper—and I’ll see her out of the corner of my eye—
Hi, hi—
Pierrette, hot!—