![]() Freddy finally returns with a cab, only to find that his family is no longer there. Higgins and Pickering leave to get dinner together, while Clara and her mother walk to a bus. The rain stops and the crowd under the portico disperses. Higgins and Pickering introduce themselves to each other, realizing that they are familiar with each other's work (Pickering is also a linguist). He says that he could teach the flower-girl Eliza to speak so well in just three months that she could pass for a noble lady. Eliza thinks he is a policeman trying to get her in trouble and insists that she is "a good girl." Pickering asks Higgins how he can tell where everyone is from, and Higgins explains that he studies phonetics and teaches people how to speak in different accents. Everyone is confused and annoyed by the meddlesome Higgins. The man, who turns out to be Henry Higgins, steps forward and guesses where everyone is from based on their manner of speech. Eliza thinks that the man is a policeman and that she is in trouble. A bystander tells Eliza to watch out for a strange man in the back of the crowd taking notes. Under the portico, a poor flower-girl ( Eliza Doolittle) sells a flower to a gentleman ( Colonel Pickering). Freddy enters, unable to find one, but his mother sends him back out into the rain to look again. Eynsford Hill) waits exasperatedly with her daughter Clara for her son Freddy to find a taxi. A wealthy mother (later revealed to be Mrs. And if you don't promise to behave yourself, I must ask you to leave.One rainy night in Covent Garden, London, a crowd of people from various social classes all seek shelter under the same church portico. How did this baggage get here in the first place?Įliza came to see me this morning and I was delighted to have her. No woman could resist such an invitation. You've caused me enough trouble for one morning. Now, you get up and come home and stop being a fool. Would you care for some tea?ĭon't you dare try that game on me. Well, if I was doing it proper, what was you sniggering at? Have I said anything I oughtn't? The new small talk, you do it so awfully well. Besides, he poured so much down his own throat, he knew the good of it. Surely you don't think someone killed her?ĭo I not? Them she lived with would have killed her for a hatpin, let alone a hat.īut it can't have been right for your father to be pouring spirits down her throat like that. It's the new slang, meaning someone has killed her. And what I say is: them as pinched it, done her in. Now, what call would a woman with that strength in her have to die of influenza? And what become of her new straw hat that should have come to me? Then she come to so sudden she bit the bowl right off the spoon. But my father, he kept ladling gin down her throat. Why should she die of influenza, when she come through diphtheria right enough the year before? Fairly blue with it she was. But it's my belief they done the old woman in. ![]() My aunt died of influenza, or so they said. And the whole of our family is susceptible to it. I do hope we won't have any unseasonable cold spells they bring on so much influenza. You can twist the heart in a girl the same way some fellows twist her arms to hurt her! When you feel lonesome without me you can turn it on. Well, you have my voice on your phonograph. You've never wondered, I suppose, whether. So you are a motor bus! All bounce and go, and no consideration for anybody. You talk about me as though I were a motor bus. Well then, get out of my way, for I won't stop for you. I shouldn't mind a black eye I've had one before this. The question is not whether I treat you rudely, but whether you've ever heard me treat anyone else better. You see, the great secret, Eliza, is not a question of good manners or bad manners, or any particular sort of manners, but having the same manner for all human souls.
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