LIZA. I'm a good girl, I am; and I won't pick up no free and easy ways.

HIGGINS. Eliza: if you say again that you're a good girl, your father

shall take you home.

LIZA. Not him. You don't know my father. All he come here for was to

touch you for some money to get drunk on.

DOOLITTLE. Well, what else would I want money for? To put into the

plate in church, I suppose. [She puts out her tongue at him. He is so

incensed by this that Pickering presently finds it necessary to step

between them]. Don't you give me none of your lip; and don't let me

hear you giving this gentleman any of it neither, or you'll hear from

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me about it. See?

HIGGINS. Have you any further advice to give her before you go,

Doolittle? Your blessing, for instance.

DOOLITTLE. No, Governor: I ain't such a mug as to put up my children to

all I know myself. Hard enough to hold them in without that. If you

want Eliza's mind improved, Governor, you do it yourself with a strap.

So long, gentlemen. [He turns to go].

HIGGINS [impressively] Stop. You'll come regularly to see your

daughter. It's your duty, you know. My brother is a clergyman; and he

could help you in your talks with her.

DOOLITTLE [evasively] Certainly. I'll come, Governor. Not just this

week, because I have a job at a distance. But later on you may depend

on me. Afternoon, gentlemen. Afternoon, ma'am. [He takes off his hat to

Mrs. Pearce, who disdains the salutation and goes out. He winks at

Higgins, thinking him probably a fellow sufferer from Mrs. Pearce's

difficult disposition, and follows her].

LIZA. Don't you believe the old liar. He'd as soon you set a bull-dog

on him as a clergyman. You won't see him again in a hurry.

HIGGINS. I don't want to, Eliza. Do you?

LIZA. Not me. I don't want never to see him again, I don't. He's a

disgrace to me, he is, collecting dust, instead of working at his trade.

PICKERING. What is his trade, Eliza?

LIZA. Talking money out of other people's pockets into his own. His

proper trade's a navvy; and he works at it sometimes too--for

exercise--and earns good money at it. Ain't you going to call me Miss

Doolittle any more?

PICKERING. I beg your pardon, Miss Doolittle. It was a slip of the

tongue.

LIZA. Oh, I don't mind; only it sounded so genteel. I should just like

to take a taxi to the corner of Tottenham Court Road and get out there

and tell it to wait for me, just to put the girls in their place a bit.

I wouldn't speak to them, you know.




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