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as touched a piano. Mrs. Higgins Putting her fingers in her ears, as they are by this time shouting one another down with an intolerable noise. Sh⁠—sh⁠—sh⁠—sh! They stop. Pickering I beg your pardon. He draws his chair back apologetically. Higgins Sorry. When Pickering starts shouting nobody can get a word in edgeways. Mrs. Higgins Be quiet, Henry. Colonel Pickering: don’t you realize that when Eliza walked into Wimpole Street, something walked in with her? Pickering Her father did. But Henry soon got rid of him. Mrs. Higgins It would have been more to the point if her mother had. But as her mother didn’t something else did. Pickering But what? Mrs. Higgins Unconsciously dating herself by the word. A problem. Pickering Oh, I see. The problem of how to pass her off as a lady. Higgins I’ll solve that problem. I’ve half solved it already. Mrs. Higgins No, you two infinitely stupid male creatures: the problem of what is to be done with her afterwards. Higgins I don’t see anything in that. She can go her own way, with all the advantages I have given her. Mrs. Higgins The advantages of that poor woman who was here just now! The manners and habits that disqualify a fine lady from earning her own living without giving her a fine lady’s income! Is that what you mean? Pickering Indulgently, being rather bored. Oh, that will be all right, Mrs. Higgins. He rises to go. Higgins Rising also. We’ll find her some light employment. Pickering She’s happy enough. Don’t you worry about her. Goodbye. He shakes hands as if he were consoling a frightened child, and makes for the door. Higgins Anyhow, there’s no good bothering now. The thing’s done. Goodbye, mother. He kisses her, and follows Pickering. Pickering Turning for a final consolation. There are plenty of openings. We’ll do what’s right. Goodbye. Higgins To Pickering as they go out together. Let’s take her to the Shakespeare exhibition at Earls Court. Pickering Yes: let’s. Her remarks will be delicious. Higgins She’ll mimic all the people for us when we get home. Pickering Ripping. Both are heard laughing as they go downstairs. Mrs. Higgins Rises with an impatient bounce, and returns to her work at the writing-table. She sweeps a litter of disarranged papers out of her way; snatches a sheet of paper from her stationery case; and tries resolutely to write. At the third line she gives it up; flings down her pen; grips the table angrily and exclaims. Oh, men! men!! men!!! Act IV

The Wimpole Street laboratory. Midnight. Nobody in the room. The clock on the mantelpiece strikes twelve. The fire is not alight: it is a summer night.

Presently Higgins and Pickering are heard on the stairs. Higgins Calling down to Pickering. I say, Pick: lock up, will you. I shan’t be going out again. Pickering Right. Can Mrs. Pearce go to bed? We don’t want anything more, do we? Higgins Lord, no! Eliza opens the door and is seen on the lighted landing in opera cloak, brilliant evening dress, and diamonds, with fan, flowers, and all accessories. She comes to the hearth, and switches on the electric lights there. She is tired: her pallor contrasts strongly with her dark eyes and hair; and her expression is almost tragic. She takes off her cloak; puts her fan and flowers on the piano; and sits down on the bench, brooding and silent. Higgins, in evening dress, with overcoat and hat, comes in, carrying a smoking jacket which he has picked up downstairs. He takes off the hat and overcoat; throws them carelessly on the newspaper stand; disposes of his coat in the same way; puts on the smoking jacket; and throws himself wearily into the easy-chair at the hearth. Pickering, similarly attired, comes in. He also takes off his hat and overcoat, and is about to throw them on Higgins’s when he hesitates. Pickering I say: Mrs. Pearce will row if we leave these things lying about in the drawing-room. Higgins Oh, chuck them over the bannisters into the hall. She’ll find them there in the morning and put them away all right. She’ll think we were drunk. Pickering We are, slightly. Are there any letters? Higgins I didn’t look. Pickering takes the overcoats and hats and goes downstairs. Higgins begins half singing, half yawning an air from La Fanciulla del Golden West. Suddenly he stops and exclaims. I wonder where the devil my slippers are! Eliza looks at him darkly; then leaves the room. Higgins yawns again, and resumes his song. Pickering returns, with the contents of the letter-box in his hand. Pickering Only circulars, and this coroneted billet-doux for you. He throws the circulars into the fender, and posts himself on the hearthrug, with his back to the grate. Higgins Glancing at the billet-doux. Moneylender. He throws the letter after the circulars. Eliza returns with a pair of large down-at-heel slippers. She places them on the carpet before Higgins, and sits as before without a word. Higgins Yawning again. Oh Lord! What an evening! What a crew! What a silly tomfoolery! He raises his shoe to unlace it, and catches sight of the slippers. He stops unlacing and looks at them as if they had appeared there of their own accord. Oh! they’re there, are they? Pickering Stretching himself. Well, I feel a bit tired. It’s been a long day. The garden party, a dinner party, and the opera! Rather too much of a good thing. But you’ve won your bet, Higgins. Eliza did the trick, and something to spare, eh? Higgins Fervently. Thank God it’s over! Eliza flinches violently; but they take no notice of her; and she recovers herself and sits stonily as before. Pickering Were you nervous at the garden party? I was. Eliza didn’t seem a bit nervous. Higgins Oh, she wasn’t nervous. I knew she’d be all right. No, it’s the strain of putting the job through all these months that has told on
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