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Bernard Shaw - Pygmalion

a clamor of heartfelt vexation.) Well, dear, dear me! Now this
is—(shaking her) wake up, wake up: do you hear?
THE GIRL 
(sitting up). What is it?
MRS. DUDGEON
. Wake up; and be ashamed of yourself,
you unfeeling sinful girl, falling asleep like that, and your
father hardly cold in his grave.
THE GIRL 
(half asleep still). I didn’t mean to. I dropped
off—
MRS. DUDGEON 
(cutting her short). Oh yes, you’ve plenty
of excuses, I daresay. Dropped off! (Fiercely, as the knocking
recommences.) Why don’t you get up and let your uncle in?
after me waiting up all night for him! (She pushes her rudely
off the sofa.) There: I’ll open the door: much good you are to
wait up. Go and mend that fire a bit.
The girl, cowed and wretched, goes to the fire and puts a log on.
Mrs. Dudgeon unbars the door and opens it, letting into the
stuffy kitchen a little of the freshness and a great deal of the chill
of the dawn, also her second son Christy, a fattish, stupid, fair-
haired, round-faced man of about 22, muffled in a plaid shawl
and grey overcoat. He hurries, shivering, to the fire, leaving Mrs.
Dudgeon to shut the door.
CHRISTY 
(at the fire). F—f—f! but it is cold. (Seeing the
girl, and staring lumpishly at her.) Why, who are you?
THE GIRL 
(shyly). Essie.
MRS. DUDGEON
. Oh you may well ask. (To Essie.) Go to
your room, child, and lie down since you haven’t feeling
enough to keep you awake. Your history isn’t fit for your
own ears to hear.
ESSIE
. I—
MRS. DUDGEON 
(peremptorily). Don’t answer me, Miss;
but show your obedience by doing what I tell you. (Essie,
almost in tears, crosses the room to the door near the sofa.) And
don’t forget your prayers. (Essie goes out.) She’d have gone to


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The Devil’s Disciple
bed last night just as if nothing had happened if I’d let her.
CHRISTY 
(phlegmatically). Well, she can’t be expected to
feel Uncle Peter’s death like one of the family.
MRS. DUDGEON
. What are you talking about, child? Isn’t
she his daughter—the punishment of his wickedness and
shame? (She assaults her chair by sitting down.)
CHRISTY 
(staring). Uncle Peter’s daughter!
MRS. DUDGEON
. Why else should she be here? D’ye think
I’ve not had enough trouble and care put upon me bringing
up my own girls, let alone you and your good-for-nothing
brother, without having your uncle’s bastards—
CHRISTY 
(interrupting her with an apprehensive glance at
the door by which Essie went out). Sh! She may hear you.
MRS. DUDGEON 
(raising her voice). Let her hear me.
People who fear God don’t fear to give the devil’s work its
right name. (Christy, soullessly indifferent to the strife of Good
and Evil, stares at the fire, warming himself.) Well, how long
are you going to stare there like a stuck pig? What news have
you for me?
CHRISTY 
(taking off his hat and shawl and going to the rack
to hang them up). The minister is to break the news to you.
He’ll be here presently.
MRS. DUDGEON
. Break what news?
CHRISTY 
(standing on tiptoe, from boyish habit, to hang his
hat up, though he is quite tall enough to reach the peg, and
speaking with callous placidity, considering the nature of the
announcement). Father’s dead too.
MRS. DUDGEON 
(stupent). Your father!
CHRISTY 
(sulkily, coming back to the fire and warming him-

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