Chapter: Next day at 11 a.m.  Higgins's laboratory in Wimpole Street. It is a
room on the first floor, looking on the street, and was meant for the
drawing-room. The double doors are in the middle of the back hall; and
persons entering find in the corner to their right two tall file
cabinets at right angles to one another against the walls. In this
corner stands a flat writing-table, on which are a phonograph, a
laryngoscope, a row of tiny organ pipes with a bellows, a set of lamp
chimneys for singing flames with burners attached to a gas plug in the
wall by an indiarubber tube, several tuning-forks of different sizes, a
life-size image of half a human head, showing in section the vocal
organs, and a box containing a supply of wax cylinders for the
phonograph.

Further down the room, on the same side, is a fireplace, with a
comfortable leather-covered easy-chair at the side of the hearth
nearest the door, and a coal-scuttle. There is a clock on the
mantelpiece. Between the fireplace and the phonograph table is a stand
for newspapers.

On the other side of the central door, to the left of the visitor, is a
cabinet of shallow drawers. On it is a telephone and the telephone
directory. The corner beyond, and most of the side wall, is occupied by
a grand piano, with the keyboard at the end furthest from the door, and
a bench for the player extending the full length of the keyboard. On
the piano is a dessert dish heaped with fruit and sweets, mostly
chocolates.

The middle of the room is clear. Besides the easy chair, the piano
bench, and two chairs at the phonograph table, there is one stray
chair. It stands near the fireplace. On the walls, engravings; mostly
Piranesis and mezzotint portraits. No paintings.

Pickering is seated at the table, putting down some cards and a
tuning-fork which he has been using. Higgins is standing up near him,
    closing two or three file drawers which are hanging out. He appears in
    the morning light as a robust, vital, appetizing sort of man of forty
    or thereabouts, dressed in a professional-looking black frock-coat with
    a white linen collar and black silk tie. He is of the energetic,
    scientific type, heartily, even violently interested in everything that
    can be studied as a scientific subject, and careless about himself and
    other people, including their feelings. He is, in fact, but for his
    years and size, rather like a very impetuous baby "taking notice"
    eagerly and loudly, and requiring almost as much watching to keep him
    out of unintended mischief. His manner varies from genial bullying when
    he is in a good humor to stormy petulance when anything goes wrong; but
    he is so entirely frank and void of malice that he remains likeable
    even in his least reasonable moments.

    HIGGINS [as he shuts the last drawer] Well, I think that's the whole
    show.

    PICKERING. It's really amazing. I haven't taken half of it in, you know.

    HIGGINS. Would you like to go over any of it again?

    PICKERING [rising and coming to the fireplace, where he plants himself
    with his back to the fire] No, thank you; not now. I'm quite done up
    for this morning.

    HIGGINS [following him, and standing beside him on his left] Tired of
    listening to sounds?

    PICKERING. Yes. It's a fearful strain. I rather fancied myself because
    I can pronounce twenty-four distinct vowel sounds; but your hundred and
    thirty beat me. I can't hear a bit of difference between most of them.

    HIGGINS [chuckling, and going over to the piano to eat sweets] Oh, that
    comes with practice. You hear no difference at first; but you keep on
    listening, and presently you find they're all as different as A from B.
    [Mrs. Pearce looks in: she is Higgins's housekeeper] What's the matter?

    MRS. PEARCE [hesitating, evidently perplexed] A young woman wants to
    see you, sir.

    HIGGINS. A young woman! What does she want?

    MRS. PEARCE. Well, sir, she says you'll be glad to see her when you
    know what she's come about. She's quite a common girl, sir. Very common
    indeed. I should have sent her away, only I thought perhaps you wanted
    her to talk into your machines. I hope I've not done wrong; but really
    you see such queer people sometimes--you'll excuse me, I'm sure, sir--

    HIGGINS. Oh, that's all right, Mrs. Pearce. Has she an interesting
    accent?

    MRS. PEARCE. Oh, something dreadful, sir, really. I don't know how you
    can take an interest in it.

    HIGGINS [to Pickering] Let's have her up. Show her up, Mrs. Pearce [he
    rushes across to his working table and picks out a cylinder to use on
    the phonograph].

    MRS. PEARCE [only half resigned to it] Very well, sir. It's for you to
    say. [She goes downstairs].

    HIGGINS. This is rather a bit of luck. I'll show you how I make
    records. We'll set her talking; and I'll take it down first in Bell's
    visible Speech; then in broad Romic; and then we'll get her on the
    phonograph so that you can turn her on as often as you like with the
    written transcript before you.

    MRS. PEARCE [returning] This is the young woman, sir.

    The flower girl enters in state. She has a hat with three ostrich
    feathers, orange, sky-blue, and red. She has a nearly clean apron, and
    the shoddy coat has been tidied a little. The pathos of this deplorable
    figure, with its innocent vanity and consequential air, touches
    Pickering, who has already straightened himself in the presence of Mrs.
    Pearce. But as to Higgins, the only distinction he makes between men
    and women is that when he is neither bullying nor exclaiming to the
    heavens against some featherweight cross, he coaxes women as a child
    coaxes its nurse when it wants to get anything out of her.

    HIGGINS [brusquely, recognizing her with unconcealed disappointment,
    and at once, baby-like, making an intolerable grievance of it] Why,
    this is the girl I jotted down last night. She's no use: I've got all
    the records I want of the Lisson Grove lingo; and I'm not going to
    waste another cylinder on it. [To the girl] Be off with you: I don't
    want you.

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Don't you be so saucy. You ain't heard what I come for
    yet. [To Mrs. Pearce, who is waiting at the door for further
    instruction] Did you tell him I come in a taxi?

    MRS. PEARCE. Nonsense, girl! what do you think a gentleman like Mr.
    Higgins cares what you came in?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Oh, we are proud! He ain't above giving lessons, not
    him: I heard him say so. Well, I ain't come here to ask for any
    compliment; and if my money's not good enough I can go elsewhere.

    HIGGINS. Good enough for what?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Good enough for ye--oo. Now you know, don't you? I'm
    come to have lessons, I am. And to pay for em too: make no mistake.

    HIGGINS [stupent] WELL!!! [Recovering his breath with a gasp] What do
    you expect me to say to you?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Well, if you was a gentleman, you might ask me to sit
    down, I think. Don't I tell you I'm bringing you business?

    HIGGINS. Pickering: shall we ask this baggage to sit down or shall we
    throw her out of the window?

    THE FLOWER GIRL [running away in terror to the piano, where she turns
    at bay] Ah--ah--ah--ow--ow--ow--oo! [Wounded and whimpering] I won't be
    called a baggage when I've offered to pay like any lady.

    Motionless, the two men stare at her from the other side of the room,
    amazed.

    PICKERING [gently] What is it you want, my girl?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. I want to be a lady in a flower shop stead of selling
    at the corner of Tottenham Court Road. But they won't take me unless I
    can talk more genteel. He said he could teach me. Well, here I am ready
    to pay him--not asking any favor--and he treats me as if I was dirt.

    MRS. PEARCE. How can you be such a foolish ignorant girl as to think
    you could afford to pay Mr. Higgins?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Why shouldn't I? I know what lessons cost as well as
    you do; and I'm ready to pay.

    HIGGINS. How much?

    THE FLOWER GIRL [coming back to him, triumphant] Now you're talking! I
    thought you'd come off it when you saw a chance of getting back a bit
    of what you chucked at me last night. [Confidentially] You'd had a drop
    in, hadn't you?

    HIGGINS [peremptorily] Sit down.

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Oh, if you're going to make a compliment of it--

    HIGGINS [thundering at her] Sit down.

    MRS. PEARCE [severely] Sit down, girl. Do as you're told. [She places
    the stray chair near the hearthrug between Higgins and Pickering, and
    stands behind it waiting for the girl to sit down].

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Ah--ah--ah--ow--ow--oo! [She stands, half rebellious,
    half bewildered].

    PICKERING [very courteous] Won't you sit down?

    LIZA [coyly] Don't mind if I do. [She sits down. Pickering returns to
    the hearthrug].

    HIGGINS. What's your name?

    THE FLOWER GIRL. Liza Doolittle.

    HIGGINS [declaiming gravely]
    Eliza, Elizabeth, Betsy and Bess,
    They went to the woods to get a bird's nes':

    PICKERING. They found a nest with four eggs in it:

    HIGGINS.   They took one apiece, and left three in it.

    They laugh heartily at their own wit.

    LIZA. Oh, don't be silly.

    MRS. PEARCE. You mustn't speak to the gentleman like that.

    LIZA. Well, why won't he speak sensible to me?

    HIGGINS. Come back to business. How much do you propose to pay me for
    the lessons?

    LIZA. Oh, I know what's right. A lady friend of mine gets French
    lessons for eighteenpence an hour from a real French gentleman. Well,
    you wouldn't have the face to ask me the same for teaching me my own
    language as you would for French; so I won't give more than a shilling.
    Take it or leave it.

    HIGGINS [walking up and down the room, rattling his keys and his cash
    in his pockets] You know, Pickering, if you consider a shilling, not as
    a simple shilling, but as a percentage of this girl's income, it works
    out as fully equivalent to sixty or seventy guineas from a millionaire.

    PICKERING. How so?

    HIGGINS. Figure it out. A millionaire has about 150 pounds a day. She
    earns about half-a-crown.

    LIZA [haughtily] Who told you I only--

    HIGGINS [continuing] She offers me two-fifths of her day's income for a
    lesson. Two-fifths of a millionaire's income for a day would be
    somewhere about 60 pounds. It's handsome. By George, it's enormous!
    it's the biggest offer I ever had.

    LIZA [rising, terrified] Sixty pounds! What are you talking about? I
    never offered you sixty pounds. Where would I get--

    HIGGINS. Hold your tongue.

    LIZA [weeping] But I ain't got sixty pounds. Oh--

    MRS. PEARCE. Don't cry, you silly girl. Sit down. Nobody is going to
    touch your money.

    HIGGINS. Somebody is going to touch you, with a broomstick, if you
    don't stop snivelling. Sit down.

    LIZA [obeying slowly] Ah--ah--ah--ow--oo--o! One would think you was my
    father.

    HIGGINS. If I decide to teach you, I'll be worse than two fathers to
    you. Here [he offers her his silk handkerchief]!

    LIZA. What's this for?

    HIGGINS. To wipe your eyes. To wipe any part of your face that feels
    moist. Remember: that's your handkerchief; and that's your sleeve.
    Don't mistake the one for the other if you wish to become a lady in a
    shop.

    Liza, utterly bewildered, stares helplessly at him.

    MRS. PEARCE. It's no use talking to her like that, Mr. Higgins: she
    doesn't understand you. Besides, you're quite wrong: she doesn't do it
    that way at all [she takes the handkerchief].

    LIZA [snatching it] Here! You give me that handkerchief. He give it to
    me, not to you.

    PICKERING [laughing] He did. I think it must be regarded as her
    property, Mrs. Pearce.

    MRS. PEARCE [resigning herself] Serve you right, Mr. Higgins.

    PICKERING. Higgins: I'm interested. What about the ambassador's garden
    party? I'll say you're the greatest teacher alive if you make that
    good. I'll bet you all the expenses of the experiment you can't do it.
    And I'll pay for the lessons.

    LIZA. Oh, you are real good. Thank you, Captain.

    HIGGINS [tempted, looking at her] It's almost irresistible. She's so
    deliciously low--so horribly dirty--

    LIZA [protesting extremely] Ah--ah--ah--ah--ow--ow--oooo!!! I ain't
    dirty: I washed my face and hands afore I come, I did.

    PICKERING. You're certainly not going to turn her head with flattery,
    Higgins.

    MRS. PEARCE [uneasy] Oh, don't say that, sir: there's more ways than
    one of turning a girl's head; and nobody can do it better than Mr.
    Higgins, though he may not always mean it. I do hope, sir, you won't
    encourage him to do anything foolish.

    HIGGINS [becoming excited as the idea grows on him] What is life but a
    series of inspired follies? The difficulty is to find them to do. Never
    lose a chance: it doesn't come every day. I shall make a duchess of
    this draggletailed guttersnipe.

    LIZA [strongly deprecating this view of her] Ah--ah--ah--ow--ow--oo!

    HIGGINS [carried away] Yes: in six months--in three if she has a good
    ear and a quick tongue--I'll take her anywhere and pass her off as
    anything. We'll start today: now! this moment! Take her away and clean
    her, Mrs. Pearce. Monkey Brand, if it won't come off any other way. Is
    there a good fire in the kitchen?

    MRS. PEARCE [protesting]. Yes; but--

    HIGGINS [storming on] Take all her clothes off and burn them. Ring up
    Whiteley or somebody for new ones. Wrap her up in brown paper till they
    come.

    LIZA. You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things. I'm a
    good girl, I am; and I know what the like of you are, I do.

    HIGGINS. We want none of your Lisson Grove prudery here, young woman.
    You've got to learn to behave like a duchess. Take her away, Mrs.
    Pearce. If she gives you any trouble wallop her.

    LIZA [springing up and running between Pickering and Mrs. Pearce for
    protection] No! I'll call the police, I will.

    MRS. PEARCE. But I've no place to put her.

    HIGGINS. Put her in the dustbin.

    LIZA. Ah--ah--ah--ow--ow--oo!

    PICKERING. Oh come, Higgins! be reasonable.

    MRS. PEARCE [resolutely] You must be reasonable, Mr. Higgins: really
    you must. You can't walk over everybody like this.

    Higgins, thus scolded, subsides. The hurricane is succeeded by a zephyr
    of amiable surprise.

    HIGGINS [with professional exquisiteness of modulation] I walk over
    everybody! My dear Mrs. Pearce, my dear Pickering, I never had the
    slightest intention of walking over anyone. All I propose is that we
    should be kind to this poor girl. We must help her to prepare and fit
    herself for her new station in life. If I did not express myself
    clearly it was because I did not wish to hurt her delicacy, or yours.

    Liza, reassured, steals back to her chair.

    MRS. PEARCE [to Pickering] Well, did you ever hear anything like that,
    sir?

    PICKERING [laughing heartily] Never, Mrs. Pearce: never.

    HIGGINS [patiently] What's the matter?

    MRS. PEARCE. Well, the matter is, sir, that you can't take a girl up
    like that as if you were picking up a pebble on the beach.

    HIGGINS. Why not?

    MRS. PEARCE. Why not! But you don't know anything about her. What about
    her parents? She may be married.

    LIZA. Garn!

    HIGGINS. There! As the girl very properly says, Garn! Married indeed!
    Don't you know that a woman of that class looks a worn out drudge of
    fifty a year after she's married.

    LIZA. Who'd marry me?

    HIGGINS [suddenly resorting to the most thrillingly beautiful low tones
    in his best elocutionary style] By George, Eliza, the streets will be
    strewn with the bodies of men shooting themselves for your sake before
    I've done with you.

    MRS. PEARCE. Nonsense, sir. You mustn't talk like that to her.

    LIZA [rising and squaring herself determinedly] I'm going away. He's
    off his chump, he is. I don't want no balmies teaching me.

    HIGGINS [wounded in his tenderest point by her insensibility to his
    elocution] Oh, indeed! I'm mad, am I? Very well, Mrs. Pearce: you
    needn't order the new clothes for her. Throw her out.

    LIZA [whimpering] Nah--ow. You got no right to touch me.

    MRS. PEARCE. You see now what comes of being saucy. [Indicating the
    door] This way, please.

    LIZA [almost in tears] I didn't want no clothes. I wouldn't have taken
    them [she throws away the handkerchief]. I can buy my own clothes.

    HIGGINS [deftly retrieving the handkerchief and intercepting her on her
    reluctant way to the door] You're an ungrateful wicked girl. This is my
    return for offering to take you out of the gutter and dress you
    beautifully and make a lady of you.

    MRS. PEARCE. Stop, Mr. Higgins. I won't allow it. It's you that are
    wicked. Go home to your parents, girl; and tell them to take better
    care of you.

    LIZA. I ain't got no parents. They told me I was big enough to earn my
    own living and turned me out.

    MRS. PEARCE. Where's your mother?

    LIZA. I ain't got no mother. Her that turned me out was my sixth
    stepmother. But I done without them. And I'm a good girl, I am.

    HIGGINS. Very well, then, what on earth is all this fuss about? The
    girl doesn't belong to anybody--is no use to anybody but me. [He goes
    to Mrs. Pearce and begins coaxing]. You can adopt her, Mrs. Pearce: I'm
    sure a daughter would be a great amusement to you. Now don't make any
    more fuss. Take her downstairs; and--

    MRS. PEARCE. But what's to become of her? Is she to be paid anything?
    Do be sensible, sir.

    HIGGINS. Oh, pay her whatever is necessary: put it down in the
    housekeeping book. [Impatiently] What on earth will she want with
    money? She'll have her food and her clothes. She'll only drink if you
    give her money.

    LIZA [turning on him] Oh you are a brute. It's a lie: nobody ever saw
    the sign of liquor on me. [She goes back to her chair and plants
    herself there defiantly].

    PICKERING [in good-humored remonstrance] Does it occur to you, Higgins,
    that the girl has some feelings?

    HIGGINS [looking critically at her] Oh no, I don't think so. Not any
    feelings that we need bother about. [Cheerily] Have you, Eliza?

    LIZA. I got my feelings same as anyone else.

    HIGGINS [to Pickering, reflectively] You see the difficulty?

    PICKERING. Eh? What difficulty?

    HIGGINS. To get her to talk grammar. The mere pronunciation is easy
    enough.

    LIZA. I don't want to talk grammar. I want to talk like a lady.

    MRS. PEARCE. Will you please keep to the point, Mr. Higgins. I want to
    know on what terms the girl is to be here. Is she to have any wages?
    And what is to become of her when you've finished your teaching? You
    must look ahead a little.

    HIGGINS [impatiently] What's to become of her if I leave her in the
    gutter? Tell me that, Mrs. Pearce.

    MRS. PEARCE. That's her own business, not yours, Mr. Higgins.

    HIGGINS. Well, when I've done with her, we can throw her back into the
    gutter; and then it will be her own business again; so that's all right.

    LIZA. Oh, you've no feeling heart in you: you don't care for nothing
    but yourself [she rises and takes the floor resolutely]. Here! I've had
    enough of this. I'm going [making for the door]. You ought to be
    ashamed of yourself, you ought.

    HIGGINS [snatching a chocolate cream from the piano, his eyes suddenly
    beginning to twinkle with mischief] Have some chocolates, Eliza.

    LIZA [halting, tempted] How do I know what might be in them? I've heard
    of girls being drugged by the like of you.

    Higgins whips out his penknife; cuts a chocolate in two; puts one half
    into his mouth and bolts it; and offers her the other half.

    HIGGINS. Pledge of good faith, Eliza. I eat one half you eat the other.

    [Liza opens her mouth to retort: he pops the half chocolate into it].
    You shall have boxes of them, barrels of them, every day. You shall
    live on them. Eh?

    LIZA [who has disposed of the chocolate after being nearly choked by
    it] I wouldn't have ate it, only I'm too ladylike to take it out of my
    mouth.

    HIGGINS. Listen, Eliza. I think you said you came in a taxi.

    LIZA. Well, what if I did? I've as good a right to take a taxi as
    anyone else.

    HIGGINS. You have, Eliza; and in future you shall have as many taxis as
    you want. You shall go up and down and round the town in a taxi every
    day. Think of that, Eliza.

    MRS. PEARCE. Mr. Higgins: you're tempting the girl. It's not right. She
    should think of the future.

    HIGGINS. At her age! Nonsense! Time enough to think of the future when
    you haven't any future to think of. No, Eliza: do as this lady does:
    think of other people's futures; but never think of your own. Think of
    chocolates, and taxis, and gold, and diamonds.

    LIZA. No: I don't want no gold and no diamonds. I'm a good girl, I am.
    [She sits down again, with an attempt at dignity].

    HIGGINS. You shall remain so, Eliza, under the care of Mrs. Pearce. And
    you shall marry an officer in the Guards, with a beautiful moustache:
    the son of a marquis, who will disinherit him for marrying you, but
    will relent when he sees your beauty and goodness--

    PICKERING. Excuse me, Higgins; but I really must interfere. Mrs. Pearce
    is quite right. If this girl is to put herself in your hands for six
    months for an experiment in teaching, she must understand thoroughly
    what she's doing.

    HIGGINS. How can she? She's incapable of understanding anything.
    Besides, do any of us understand what we are doing? If we did, would we
    ever do it?

    PICKERING. Very clever, Higgins; but not sound sense. [To Eliza] Miss
    Doolittle--

    LIZA [overwhelmed] Ah--ah--ow--oo!

    HIGGINS. There! That's all you get out of Eliza. Ah--ah--ow--oo! No use
    explaining. As a military man you ought to know that. Give her her
    orders: that's what she wants. Eliza: you are to live here for the next
    six months, learning how to speak beautifully, like a lady in a
    florist's shop. If you're good and do whatever you're told, you shall
    sleep in a proper bedroom, and have lots to eat, and money to buy
    chocolates and take rides in taxis. If you're naughty and idle you will
    sleep in the back kitchen among the black beetles, and be walloped by
    Mrs. Pearce with a broomstick. At the end of six months you shall go to
    Buckingham Palace in a carriage, beautifully dressed. If the King finds
    out you're not a lady, you will be taken by the police to the Tower of
    London, where your head will be cut off as a warning to other
    presumptuous flower girls. If you are not found out, you shall have a
    present of seven-and-sixpence to start life with as a lady in a shop.
    If you refuse this offer you will be a most ungrateful and wicked girl;
    and the angels will weep for you. [To Pickering] Now are you satisfied,
    Pickering? [To Mrs. Pearce] Can I put it more plainly and fairly, Mrs.
    Pearce?

    MRS. PEARCE [patiently] I think you'd better let me speak to the girl
    properly in private. I don't know that I can take charge of her or
    consent to the arrangement at all. Of course I know you don't mean her
    any harm; but when you get what you call interested in people's
    accents, you never think or care what may happen to them or you. Come
    with me, Eliza.

    HIGGINS. That's all right. Thank you, Mrs. Pearce. Bundle her off to
    the bath-room.

    LIZA [rising reluctantly and suspiciously] You're a great bully, you
    are. I won't stay here if I don't like. I won't let nobody wallop me. I
    never asked to go to Bucknam Palace, I didn't. I was never in trouble
    with the police, not me. I'm a good girl--

    MRS. PEARCE. Don't answer back, girl. You don't understand the
    gentleman. Come with me. [She leads the way to the door, and holds it
    open for Eliza].

    LIZA [as she goes out] Well, what I say is right. I won't go near the
    king, not if I'm going to have my head cut off. If I'd known what I was
    letting myself in for, I wouldn't have come here. I always been a good
    girl; and I never offered to say a word to him; and I don't owe him
    nothing; and I don't care; and I won't be put upon; and I have my
    feelings the same as anyone else--

    Mrs. Pearce shuts the door; and Eliza's plaints are no longer audible.
    Pickering comes from the hearth to the chair and sits astride it with
    his arms on the back.

    PICKERING. Excuse the straight question, Higgins. Are you a man of good
    character where women are concerned?

    HIGGINS [moodily] Have you ever met a man of good character where women
    are concerned?

    PICKERING. Yes: very frequently.

    HIGGINS [dogmatically, lifting himself on his hands to the level of the
    piano, and sitting on it with a bounce] Well, I haven't. I find that
    the moment I let a woman make friends with me, she becomes jealous,
    exacting, suspicious, and a damned nuisance. I find that the moment I
    let myself make friends with a woman, I become selfish and tyrannical.
    Women upset everything. When you let them into your life, you find that
    the woman is driving at one thing and you're driving at another.

    PICKERING. At what, for example?

    HIGGINS [coming off the piano restlessly] Oh, Lord knows! I suppose the
    woman wants to live her own life; and the man wants to live his; and
    each tries to drag the other on to the wrong track. One wants to go
    north and the other south; and the result is that both have to go east,
    though they both hate the east wind. [He sits down on the bench at the
    keyboard]. So here I am, a confirmed old bachelor, and likely to remain
    so.

    PICKERING [rising and standing over him gravely] Come, Higgins! You
    know what I mean. If I'm to be in this business I shall feel
    responsible for that girl. I hope it's understood that no advantage is
    to be taken of her position.

    HIGGINS. What! That thing! Sacred, I assure you. [Rising to explain]
    You see, she'll be a pupil; and teaching would be impossible unless
    pupils were sacred. I've taught scores of American millionairesses how
    to speak English: the best looking women in the world. I'm seasoned.
    They might as well be blocks of wood. I might as well be a block of
    wood. It's--

    Mrs. Pearce opens the door. She has Eliza's hat in her hand. Pickering
    retires to the easy-chair at the hearth and sits down.

    HIGGINS [eagerly] Well, Mrs. Pearce: is it all right?

    MRS. PEARCE [at the door] I just wish to trouble you with a word, if I
    may, Mr. Higgins.

    HIGGINS. Yes, certainly. Come in. [She comes forward]. Don't burn that,
    Mrs. Pearce. I'll keep it as a curiosity. [He takes the hat].

    MRS. PEARCE. Handle it carefully, sir, please. I had to promise her not
    to burn it; but I had better put it in the oven for a while.

    HIGGINS [putting it down hastily on the piano] Oh! thank you. Well,
    what have you to say to me?

    PICKERING. Am I in the way?

    MRS. PEARCE. Not at all, sir. Mr. Higgins: will you please be very
    particular what you say before the girl?

    HIGGINS [sternly] Of course. I'm always particular about what I say.
    Why do you say this to me?

    MRS. PEARCE [unmoved] No, sir: you're not at all particular when you've
    mislaid anything or when you get a little impatient. Now it doesn't
    matter before me: I'm used to it. But you really must not swear before
    the girl.

    HIGGINS [indignantly] I swear! [Most emphatically] I never swear. I
    detest the habit. What the devil do you mean?

    MRS. PEARCE [stolidly] That's what I mean, sir. You swear a great deal
    too much. I don't mind your damning and blasting, and what the devil
    and where the devil and who the devil--

    HIGGINS. Really! Mrs. Pearce: this language from your lips!

    MRS. PEARCE [not to be put off]--but there is a certain word I must ask
    you not to use. The girl has just used it herself because the bath was
    too hot. It begins with the same letter as bath. She knows no better:
    she learnt it at her mother's knee. But she must not hear it from your
    lips.

    HIGGINS [loftily] I cannot charge myself with having ever uttered it,
    Mrs. Pearce. [She looks at him steadfastly. He adds, hiding an uneasy
    conscience with a judicial air] Except perhaps in a moment of extreme
    and justifiable excitement.

    MRS. PEARCE. Only this morning, sir, you applied it to your boots, to
    the butter, and to the brown bread.

    HIGGINS. Oh, that! Mere alliteration, Mrs. Pearce, natural to a poet.

    MRS. PEARCE. Well, sir, whatever you choose to call it, I beg you not
    to let the girl hear you repeat it.

    HIGGINS. Oh, very well, very well. Is that all?

    MRS. PEARCE. No, sir. We shall have to be very particular with this
    girl as to personal cleanliness.

    HIGGINS. Certainly. Quite right. Most important.

    MRS. PEARCE. I mean not to be slovenly about her dress or untidy in
    leaving things about.

    HIGGINS [going to her solemnly] Just so. I intended to call your
    attention to that [He passes on to Pickering, who is enjoying the
    conversation immensely]. It is these little things that matter,
    Pickering. Take care of the pence and the pounds will take care of
    themselves is as true of personal habits as of money. [He comes to
    anchor on the hearthrug, with the air of a man in an unassailable
    position].

    MRS. PEARCE. Yes, sir. Then might I ask you not to come down to
    breakfast in your dressing-gown, or at any rate not to use it as a
    napkin to the extent you do, sir. And if you would be so good as not to
    eat everything off the same plate, and to remember not to put the
    porridge saucepan out of your hand on the clean tablecloth, it would be
    a better example to the girl. You know you nearly choked yourself with
    a fishbone in the jam only last week.

    HIGGINS [routed from the hearthrug and drifting back to the piano] I
    may do these things sometimes in absence of mind; but surely I don't do
    them habitually. [Angrily] By the way: my dressing-gown smells most
    damnably of benzine.

    MRS. PEARCE. No doubt it does, Mr. Higgins. But if you will wipe your
    fingers--

    HIGGINS [yelling] Oh very well, very well: I'll wipe them in my hair in
    future.

    MRS. PEARCE. I hope you're not offended, Mr. Higgins.

    HIGGINS [shocked at finding himself thought capable of an unamiable
    sentiment] Not at all, not at all. You're quite right, Mrs. Pearce: I
    shall be particularly careful before the girl. Is that all?

    MRS. PEARCE. No, sir. Might she use some of those Japanese dresses you
    brought from abroad? I really can't put her back into her old things.

    HIGGINS. Certainly. Anything you like. Is that all?

    MRS. PEARCE. Thank you, sir. That's all. [She goes out].

    HIGGINS. You know, Pickering, that woman has the most extraordinary
    ideas about me. Here I am, a shy, diffident sort of man. I've never
    been able to feel really grown-up and tremendous, like other chaps. And
    yet she's firmly persuaded that I'm an arbitrary overbearing bossing
    kind of person. I can't account for it.

    Mrs. Pearce returns.

    MRS. PEARCE. If you please, sir, the trouble's beginning already.
    There's a dustman downstairs, Alfred Doolittle, wants to see you. He
    says you have his daughter here.

    PICKERING [rising] Phew! I say! [He retreats to the hearthrug].

    HIGGINS [promptly] Send the blackguard up.

    MRS. PEARCE. Oh, very well, sir. [She goes out].

    PICKERING. He may not be a blackguard, Higgins.

    HIGGINS. Nonsense. Of course he's a blackguard.

    PICKERING. Whether he is or not, I'm afraid we shall have some trouble
    with him.

    HIGGINS [confidently] Oh no: I think not. If there's any trouble he
    shall have it with me, not I with him. And we are sure to get something
    interesting out of him.

    PICKERING. About the girl?

    HIGGINS. No. I mean his dialect.

    PICKERING. Oh!

    MRS. PEARCE [at the door] Doolittle, sir. [She admits Doolittle and
    retires].

    Alfred Doolittle is an elderly but vigorous dustman, clad in the
    costume of his profession, including a hat with a back brim covering
    his neck and shoulders. He has well marked and rather interesting
    features, and seems equally free from fear and conscience. He has a
    remarkably expressive voice, the result of a habit of giving vent to
    his feelings without reserve. His present pose is that of wounded honor
    and stern resolution.

    DOOLITTLE [at the door, uncertain which of the two gentlemen is his
    man] Professor Higgins?

    HIGGINS. Here. Good morning. Sit down.

    DOOLITTLE. Morning, Governor. [He sits down magisterially] I come about
    a very serious matter, Governor.

    HIGGINS [to Pickering] Brought up in Hounslow. Mother Welsh, I should
    think. [Doolittle opens his mouth, amazed. Higgins continues] What do
    you want, Doolittle?

    DOOLITTLE [menacingly] I want my daughter: that's what I want. See?

    HIGGINS. Of course you do. You're her father, aren't you? You don't
    suppose anyone else wants her, do you? I'm glad to see you have some
    spark of family feeling left. She's upstairs. Take her away at once.

    DOOLITTLE [rising, fearfully taken aback] What!

    HIGGINS. Take her away. Do you suppose I'm going to keep your daughter
    for you?

    DOOLITTLE [remonstrating] Now, now, look here, Governor.  Is this
    reasonable? Is it fair to take advantage of a man like this? The girl
    belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in? [He sits down again].

    HIGGINS. Your daughter had the audacity to come to my house and ask me
    to teach her how to speak properly so that she could get a place in a
    flower-shop. This gentleman and my housekeeper have been here all the
    time. [Bullying him] How dare you come here and attempt to blackmail
    me? You sent her here on purpose.

    DOOLITTLE [protesting] No, Governor.

    HIGGINS. You must have. How else could you possibly know that she is
    here?

    DOOLITTLE. Don't take a man up like that, Governor.

    HIGGINS. The police shall take you up. This is a plant--a plot to
    extort money by threats. I shall telephone for the police [he goes
    resolutely to the telephone and opens the directory].

    DOOLITTLE. Have I asked you for a brass farthing? I leave it to the
    gentleman here: have I said a word about money?

    HIGGINS [throwing the book aside and marching down on Doolittle with a
    poser] What else did you come for?

    DOOLITTLE [sweetly] Well, what would a man come for? Be human, governor.

    HIGGINS [disarmed] Alfred: did you put her up to it?

    DOOLITTLE. So help me, Governor, I never did. I take my Bible oath I
    ain't seen the girl these two months past.

    HIGGINS. Then how did you know she was here?

    DOOLITTLE ["most musical, most melancholy"] I'll tell you, Governor, if
    you'll only let me get a word in. I'm willing to tell you. I'm wanting
    to tell you. I'm waiting to tell you.

    HIGGINS. Pickering: this chap has a certain natural gift of rhetoric.
    Observe the rhythm of his native woodnotes wild. "I'm willing to tell
    you: I'm wanting to tell you: I'm waiting to tell you." Sentimental
    rhetoric! That's the Welsh strain in him. It also accounts for his
    mendacity and dishonesty.

    PICKERING. Oh, PLEASE, Higgins: I'm west country myself. [To Doolittle]
    How did you know the girl was here if you didn't send her?

    DOOLITTLE. It was like this, Governor. The girl took a boy in the taxi
    to give him a jaunt. Son of her landlady, he is. He hung about on the
    chance of her giving him another ride home. Well, she sent him back for
    her luggage when she heard you was willing for her to stop here. I met
    the boy at the corner of Long Acre and Endell Street.

    HIGGINS. Public house. Yes?

    DOOLITTLE. The poor man's club, Governor: why shouldn't I?

    PICKERING. Do let him tell his story, Higgins.

    DOOLITTLE. He told me what was up. And I ask you, what was my feelings
    and my duty as a father? I says to the boy, "You bring me the luggage,"
    I says--

    PICKERING. Why didn't you go for it yourself?

    DOOLITTLE. Landlady wouldn't have trusted me with it, Governor. She's
    that kind of woman: you know. I had to give the boy a penny afore he
    trusted me with it, the little swine. I brought it to her just to
    oblige you like, and make myself agreeable. That's all.

    HIGGINS. How much luggage?

    DOOLITTLE. Musical instrument, Governor. A few pictures, a trifle of
    jewelry, and a bird-cage. She said she didn't want no clothes. What was
    I to think from that, Governor? I ask you as a parent what was I to
    think?

    HIGGINS. So you came to rescue her from worse than death, eh?

    DOOLITTLE [appreciatively: relieved at being understood] Just so,
    Governor. That's right.

    PICKERING. But why did you bring her luggage if you intended to take
    her away?

    DOOLITTLE. Have I said a word about taking her away? Have I now?

    HIGGINS [determinedly] You're going to take her away, double quick. [He
    crosses to the hearth and rings the bell].

    DOOLITTLE [rising] No, Governor. Don't say that. I'm not the man to
    stand in my girl's light. Here's a career opening for her, as you might
    say; and--

    Mrs. Pearce opens the door and awaits orders.

    HIGGINS. Mrs. Pearce: this is Eliza's father. He has come to take her
    away. Give her to him. [He goes back to the piano, with an air of
    washing his hands of the whole affair].

    DOOLITTLE. No. This is a misunderstanding. Listen here--

    MRS. PEARCE. He can't take her away, Mr. Higgins: how can he? You told
    me to burn her clothes.

    DOOLITTLE. That's right. I can't carry the girl through the streets
    like a blooming monkey, can I? I put it to you.

    HIGGINS. You have put it to me that you want your daughter. Take your
    daughter. If she has no clothes go out and buy her some.

    DOOLITTLE [desperate] Where's the clothes she come in? Did I burn them
    or did your missus here?

    MRS. PEARCE. I am the housekeeper, if you please. I have sent for some
    clothes for your girl. When they come you can take her away. You can
    wait in the kitchen. This way, please.

    Doolittle, much troubled, accompanies her to the door; then hesitates;
    finally turns confidentially to Higgins.

    DOOLITTLE. Listen here, Governor. You and me is men of the world, ain't
    we?

    HIGGINS. Oh! Men of the world, are we? You'd better go, Mrs. Pearce.

    MRS. PEARCE. I think so, indeed, sir. [She goes, with dignity].

    PICKERING. The floor is yours, Mr. Doolittle.

    DOOLITTLE [to Pickering] I thank you, Governor. [To Higgins, who takes
    refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the proximity of his
    visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor of dust about him].
    Well, the truth is, I've taken a sort of fancy to you, Governor; and if
    you want the girl, I'm not so set on having her back home again but
    what I might be open to an arrangement. Regarded in the light of a
    young woman, she's a fine handsome girl. As a daughter she's not worth
    her keep; and so I tell you straight. All I ask is my rights as a
    father; and you're the last man alive to expect me to let her go for
    nothing; for I can see you're one of the straight sort, Governor. Well,
    what's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me? [He returns to
    his chair and sits down judicially].

    PICKERING. I think you ought to know, Doolittle, that Mr. Higgins's
    intentions are entirely honorable.

    DOOLITTLE. Course they are, Governor. If I thought they wasn't, I'd ask
    fifty.

    HIGGINS [revolted] Do you mean to say, you callous rascal, that you
    would sell your daughter for 50 pounds?

    DOOLITTLE. Not in a general way I wouldn't; but to oblige a gentleman
    like you I'd do a good deal, I do assure you.

    PICKERING. Have you no morals, man?

    DOOLITTLE [unabashed] Can't afford them, Governor. Neither could you if
    you was as poor as me. Not that I mean any harm, you know. But if Liza
    is going to have a bit out of this, why not me too?

    HIGGINS [troubled] I don't know what to do, Pickering. There can be no
    question that as a matter of morals it's a positive crime to give this
    chap a farthing. And yet I feel a sort of rough justice in his claim.

    DOOLITTLE. That's it, Governor. That's all I say. A father's heart, as
    it were.

    PICKERING. Well, I know the feeling; but really it seems hardly right--

    DOOLITTLE. Don't say that, Governor. Don't look at it that way. What am
    I, Governors both? I ask you, what am I? I'm one of the undeserving
    poor: that's what I am. Think of what that means to a man. It means
    that he's up agen middle class morality all the time. If there's
    anything going, and I put in for a bit of it, it's always the same
    story: "You're undeserving; so you can't have it." But my needs is as
    great as the most deserving widow's that ever got money out of six
    different charities in one week for the death of the same husband. I
    don't need less than a deserving man: I need more. I don't eat less
    hearty than him; and I drink a lot more. I want a bit of amusement,
    cause I'm a thinking man. I want cheerfulness and a song and a band
    when I feel low. Well, they charge me just the same for everything as
    they charge the deserving. What is middle class morality? Just an
    excuse for never giving me anything. Therefore, I ask you, as two
    gentlemen, not to play that game on me. I'm playing straight with you.
    I ain't pretending to be deserving. I'm undeserving; and I mean to go
    on being undeserving. I like it; and that's the truth. Will you take
    advantage of a man's nature to do him out of the price of his own
    daughter what he's brought up and fed and clothed by the sweat of his
    brow until she's growed big enough to be interesting to you two
    gentlemen? Is five pounds unreasonable? I put it to you; and I leave it
    to you.

    HIGGINS [rising, and going over to Pickering] Pickering: if we were to
    take this man in hand for three months, he could choose between a seat
    in the Cabinet and a popular pulpit in Wales.

    PICKERING. What do you say to that, Doolittle?

    DOOLITTLE. Not me, Governor, thank you kindly. I've heard all the
    preachers and all the prime ministers--for I'm a thinking man and game
    for politics or religion or social reform same as all the other
    amusements--and I tell you it's a dog's life anyway you look at it.
    Undeserving poverty is my line. Taking one station in society with
    another, it's--it's--well, it's the only one that has any ginger in it,
    to my taste.

    HIGGINS. I suppose we must give him a fiver.

    PICKERING. He'll make a bad use of it, I'm afraid.

    DOOLITTLE. Not me, Governor, so help me I won't. Don't you be afraid
    that I'll save it and spare it and live idle on it. There won't be a
    penny of it left by Monday: I'll have to go to work same as if I'd
    never had it. It won't pauperize me, you bet. Just one good spree for
    myself and the missus, giving pleasure to ourselves and employment to
    others, and satisfaction to you to think it's not been throwed away.
    You couldn't spend it better.

    HIGGINS [taking out his pocket book and coming between Doolittle and
    the piano] This is irresistible. Let's give him ten. [He offers two
    notes to the dustman].

    DOOLITTLE. No, Governor. She wouldn't have the heart to spend ten; and
    perhaps I shouldn't neither. Ten pounds is a lot of money: it makes a
    man feel prudent like; and then goodbye to happiness. You give me what
    I ask you, Governor: not a penny more, and not a penny less.

    PICKERING. Why don't you marry that missus of yours? I rather draw the
    line at encouraging that sort of immorality.

    DOOLITTLE. Tell her so, Governor: tell her so. I'm willing. It's me
    that suffers by it. I've no hold on her. I got to be agreeable to her.
    I got to give her presents. I got to buy her clothes something sinful.
    I'm a slave to that woman, Governor, just because I'm not her lawful
    husband. And she knows it too. Catch her marrying me! Take my advice,
    Governor: marry Eliza while she's young and don't know no better. If
    you don't you'll be sorry for it after. If you do, she'll be sorry for
    it after; but better you than her, because you're a man, and she's only
    a woman and don't know how to be happy anyhow.

    HIGGINS. Pickering: if we listen to this man another minute, we shall
    have no convictions left. [To Doolittle] Five pounds I think you said.

    DOOLITTLE. Thank you kindly, Governor.

    HIGGINS. You're sure you won't take ten?

    DOOLITTLE. Not now. Another time, Governor.

    HIGGINS [handing him a five-pound note] Here you are.

    DOOLITTLE. Thank you, Governor. Good morning.

    [He hurries to the door, anxious to get away with his booty. When he
    opens it he is confronted with a dainty and exquisitely clean young
    Japanese lady in a simple blue cotton kimono printed cunningly with
    small white jasmine blossoms. Mrs. Pearce is with her. He gets out of
    her way deferentially and apologizes]. Beg pardon, miss.

    THE JAPANESE LADY. Garn! Don't you know your own daughter?

    DOOLITTLE   {exclaiming  Bly me! it's Eliza!
        HIGGINS     {simul-      What's that! This!
            PICKERING   {taneously   By Jove!

                LIZA. Don't I look silly?

                    HIGGINS. Silly?

                    MRS. PEARCE [at the door] Now, Mr. Higgins, please don't say anything
                    to make the girl conceited about herself.

                    HIGGINS [conscientiously] Oh! Quite right, Mrs. Pearce. [To Eliza] Yes:
                    damned silly.

                    MRS. PEARCE. Please, sir.

                    HIGGINS [correcting himself] I mean extremely silly.

                    LIZA. I should look all right with my hat on. [She takes up her hat;
                puts it on; and walks across the room to the fireplace with a
                    fashionable air].

                    HIGGINS. A new fashion, by George! And it ought to look horrible!

                    DOOLITTLE [with fatherly pride] Well, I never thought she'd clean up as
                    good looking as that, Governor. She's a credit to me, ain't she?

                    LIZA. I tell you, it's easy to clean up here. Hot and cold water on
                    tap, just as much as you like, there is. Woolly towels, there is; and a
                    towel horse so hot, it burns your fingers. Soft brushes to scrub
                    yourself, and a wooden bowl of soap smelling like primroses. Now I know
                    why ladies is so clean. Washing's a treat for them. Wish they saw what
                    it is for the like of me!

                    HIGGINS. I'm glad the bath-room met with your approval.

                    LIZA. It didn't: not all of it; and I don't care who hears me say it.
                    Mrs. Pearce knows.

                    HIGGINS. What was wrong, Mrs. Pearce?

                    MRS. PEARCE [blandly] Oh, nothing, sir. It doesn't matter.

                    LIZA. I had a good mind to break it. I didn't know which way to look.
                    But I hung a towel over it, I did.

                    HIGGINS. Over what?

                    MRS. PEARCE. Over the looking-glass, sir.

                    HIGGINS. Doolittle: you have brought your daughter up too strictly.

                    DOOLITTLE. Me! I never brought her up at all, except to give her a lick
                    of a strap now and again. Don't put it on me, Governor. She ain't
                    accustomed to it, you see: that's all. But she'll soon pick up your
                    free-and-easy ways.

                    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
                    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.

                        PICKERING. Better wait til we get you something really fashionable.

                        HIGGINS. Besides, you shouldn't cut your old friends now that you have
                        risen in the world. That's what we call snobbery.

                        LIZA. You don't call the like of them my friends now, I should hope.
                        They've took it out of me often enough with their ridicule when they
                        had the chance; and now I mean to get a bit of my own back. But if I'm
                        to have fashionable clothes, I'll wait. I should like to have some.
                        Mrs. Pearce says you're going to give me some to wear in bed at night
                        different to what I wear in the daytime; but it do seem a waste of
                        money when you could get something to show. Besides, I never could
                        fancy changing into cold things on a winter night.

                        MRS. PEARCE [coming back] Now, Eliza. The new things have come for you
                        to try on.

                        LIZA. Ah--ow--oo--ooh! [She rushes out].

                        MRS. PEARCE [following her] Oh, don't rush about like that, girl [She
                        shuts the door behind her].

                        HIGGINS. Pickering: we have taken on a stiff job.

                        PICKERING [with conviction] Higgins: we have.

 It is 11:00 a.m. In Higgins's language laboratory in his flat on Wimpole Street. There are machines and diagrams of vocal organs. Higgins has been showing Colonel Pickering around his lab when Mrs. Pearce, the housekeeper, announces a young woman to see him. It is the flower girl dressed in all the finery she has, a large hat with an ostrich feather. Higgins recognizes her and says he has all he needs of her dialect. He tells her to go. She replies she knows he gives lessons, and she has come to have them. Instead of being polite, Higgins says he ought to throw the baggage out. The girl, Eliza Doolittle, runs in fear. Pickering addresses her kindly. Eliza explains she wants to speak more genteel so she can be a lady in a flower shop instead of selling on the street. Mrs. Pearce tells her she cannot afford the services of Higgins, but Eliza is not put off. She says she knows what lessons cost because a friend of hers gets French lessons, and he cannot charge that much to teach her her own language, so she will pay a shilling. Higgins does not laugh. He tells Pickering that it is a tremendous percentage of her daily income, comparable to a millionaire offering sixty pounds. Eliza starts weeping she cannot pay sixty pounds. Higgins threatens to beat her with a broom if she does not shut up. Pickering dares Higgins to teach Eliza and pass her off as upper class at the ambassador's garden party. He will pay for the experiment and the lessons. Higgins is excited and agrees. He orders Mrs. Pearce to take Eliza away and clean her and burn her clothes. Eliza objects. Higgins ignores Eliza's objections and tempts her with chocolates, telling her she shall have new clothes, taxis, and chocolates if she will obey. Mrs. Pearce interrupts, saying Higgins cannot walk over people in this way; she could be married or have parents. Eliza says no one wants to marry her. Higgins paints fantastic pictures of her future, saying the streets will be full of her suitors before he is through. She thinks he is crazy, and tries to run out, but between Higgins's bullying, Pickering's kindness, and Mrs. Pearce's insistence on being reasonable and responsible, Eliza is willing to try. She has nothing to lose, for her parents threw her out to fend for herself. Mrs. Pearce takes her upstairs to give her a bath. A scene change shows Mrs. Pearce trying to give Eliza a bath and her wailing complaints. She has never had a bath and believes she will die if she takes her clothes off and gets wet. While Eliza is screaming in the bath, the scene changes to Pickering and Higgins downstairs in the study. Pickering is serious as he asks Higgins his real intentions towards the girl. Is Higgins "a man of good character where women are concerned?" Higgins replies no man has good character where women are concerned. In his case, he finds when women make friends with him, they become jealous, and when he makes friends with them, he becomes tyrannical. They are two different species; that is why he is a bachelor. Mrs. Pearce comes in and requests that Higgins will not swear in front of Eliza and that he will improve his slovenly habits. He is offended but gets the point that he has to change if he wants her to learn to be a lady. Meanwhile, Alfred Doolittle, a common dustman, and Eliza's father, has come to the door. Alfred comes in and demands his daughter. Higgins says of course, take her away at once. Doolittle is taken aback. Higgins claims he should be a good father and take her away. Doolittle answers, "The girl belongs to me. You got her. Where do I come in?" . Higgins takes the offensive and accuses Doolittle of sending Eliza to him so he could blackmail Higgins, otherwise, he could not have known she was there. Doolittle says the taxi boy told him about it when Eliza sent for her things and said she did not need her clothes. He came with the taxi. Higgins asks why he brought Eliza's things if he wanted to take her away. Doolittle admits he does not want to take her away. He wants to be paid five pounds for her: "What's a five pound note to you? And what's Eliza to me?" . Higgins is revolted that Doolittle would sell his daughter for five pounds. Doolittle then gives a magnificent speech about how he cannot afford morals, for he is not of the middle class. He is one of the undeserving poor. Even though morally undeserving, he has needs too, and all he wants is enough money for a good time for himself and his missis. Higgins is enthralled with Doolittle's voice, rhetoric, and persuasive logic, saying he could make him fit for parliament or for a pulpit. As he is leaving, Eliza comes in bathed and dressed in a kimono. Doolittle is amazed at how good she looks. She knows he has come for money to get drunk on. Liza leaves the room, and Higgins and Pickering admit they have a stiff job in front of them. The scene changes, and the stage directions explain the following will be a sample lesson of Liza's. Higgins is pacing up and down giving orders to her to repeat her alphabet, while he corrects her pronunciation. They go over and over it until Eliza is in tears. Higgins keeps bullying her, but Pickering gets her to continue by praising her. This is the kind of lesson she gets for the next six months until we see her again in London society, undergoing her test.

