Pierrette. Why, yes!
Manufacturer. Every time you think of Pierrot, do you hear the patter of little bare feet? And every time he speaks, do you feel little chubby hands on your breast and face?
Pierrette [fervently]. Yes! Oh, yes! That's just it!
Manufacturer. You've got it right enough. But why is it that Pierrot can wake up all this poetry in you?
Pierrette. Because—oh, because he's just Pierrot.
Manufacturer. "Because he's just Pierrot." The same old reason.
Pierrette. Of course, he is a bit dreamy. But that's his soul. I am sure he could do great things if he tried. And have you noticed his smile? Isn't it lovely! Sometimes, when he's not looking, I want ever so much to try it on, just to see how I should look in it. [Pensively.] But I wish he'd smile at me a little more often, instead of at others.
Manufacturer. Ho! So he smiles at others, does he?
Pierrette. Hardly a day goes by but there's some fine lady at the show. There was one there to-day, a tall girl with red cheeks. He is gone to look for her now. And it is not their faults. The poor things can't help being in love with him. [Proudly.] I believe everyone is in love with Pierrot.
Manufacturer. But supposing one of these fine ladies were to marry him?