23
Shaw
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 broom-
stick, 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.
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