Pierrette. Blue, Pierrot.
Pierrot. "Fair hair and blue eyes." Fair! Blue! Oh, of course it's nonsense, though.
Pierrette. What's nonsense?
Pierrot. Something I was thinking. Most girls have fair hair and blue eyes.
Pierrette. Yes, Pierrot, we can't all be ideals.
Pierrot. How musical your voice sounds! I can't make it out. Oh, but, of course, it is all nonsense! [He takes the bill of lading from his pocket and reads it.]
Pierrette. What's nonsense?... Pierrot, won't you tell me?
Pierrot. Pierrette, stand in the light.
Pierrette. Is anything the matter?
Pierrot. I almost believe that nothing matters. [Reading and glancing at her.] "Eyes that say 'I love you'; arms that say 'I want you'; lips that say 'Why don't you?'" Pierrette, is it possible! I've never noticed before how beautiful you are. You don't seem a bit the same. I believe you have lost your real face, and have carved another out of a rose.