"That is the delusion proper to Pierrot," said Pantaloon, contemptuously.
The whole company, pressing after Pierrot, abandoned itself to laughter.
Violently he shook off the restraining hand of Pierrot who sat on his left.
After a tedious hour of expectation, Pierrot made his appearance.
Pierrot of the glass, with the hours dripping away in fine, gold rain.
That was the genius of poets like Dowson, and pierrot was the master of them all.
Pierrot only repeated what he had said, and laughed and giggled inanely.
Or had she slipped in through the door during my banter with the pierrot?
It was immediately decided that they must get rid of Pierrot.
Paul le Grand is to promenade among the company, dressed as Pierrot.