Manufacturer. That's all right. I'm used to opening doors. And yours opens much more easily than some I come across. Would you believe it, some people positively nail their doors up, and it's no good knocking. But there, you're wondering who I am.
Pierrette. I was wondering if you were hungry.
Manufacturer. Ah, a woman's instinct. But, thank you, no. I am a small eater; I might say a very small eater. A smile or a squeeze of the hand keeps me going admirably.
Pierrette. At least you'll sit down and make yourself at home.
Manufacturer [moving to the settle]. Well, I have a habit of making myself at home everywhere. In fact, most people think you can't make a home without me. May I put my feet on the fender? It's an old habit of mine. I always do it.
Pierrette. They say round here:
"Without feet on the fender
Love is but slender."
Manufacturer. Quite right. It is the whole secret of the domestic fireside. Pierrette, you have been crying.
Pierrette. I believe I have.
Manufacturer. Bless you, I know all about it. It's Pierrot. And so you're in love with him, and he doesn't care a little bit about you, eh? What a strange old world it is! And you cry your eyes out over him.