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extreme dudgeon].
LIZA 
[drinking in his emotion like nectar, and nagging him to
provoke a further supply] Stop, please. [She takes off her jew-
els]. Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I
don’t want to run the risk of their being missing.
HIGGINS 
[furious] Hand them over. [She puts them into his
hands]. If these belonged to me instead of to the jeweler, I’d
ram them down your ungrateful throat. [He perfunctorily
thrusts them into his pockets, unconsciously decorating himself
with the protruding ends of the chains].
LIZA 
[taking a ring off] This ring isn’t the jeweler’s: it’s the
one you bought me in Brighton. I don’t want it now. [Higgins
dashes the ring violently into the fireplace, and turns on her so
threateningly that she crouches over the piano with her hands
over her face, and exclaims] Don’t you hit me.
HIGGINS
. Hit you! You infamous creature, how dare you
accuse me of such a thing? It is you who have hit me. You
have wounded me to the heart.
LIZA 
[thrilling with hidden joy] I’m glad. I’ve got a little of
my own back, anyhow.
HIGGINS 
[with dignity, in his finest professional style] You
have caused me to lose my temper: a thing that has hardly
ever happend to me before. I prefer to say nothing more
tonight. I am going to bed.
LIZA 
[pertly] You’d better leave a note for Mrs. Pearce about
the coffee; for she won’t be told by me.
HIGGINS 
[formally] Damn Mrs. Pearce; and damn the cof-
fee; and damn you; and damn my own folly in having lav-
ished MY hard-earned knowledge and the treasure of my
regard and intimacy on a heartless guttersnipe. [He goes out
with impressive decorum, and spoils it by slamming the door
savagely].
Eliza smiles for the first time; expresses her feelings by a wild
pantomime in which an imitation of Higgins’s exit is confused
with her own triumph; and finally goes down on her knees on
the hearthrug to look for the ring.

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Pygmalion
ACT V
Mrs. Higgins’s drawing-room. She is at her writing-
table as before. The parlor-maid comes in.
THE PARLOR-MAID 
[at the door]  Mr. Henry, mam, is
downstairs with Colonel Pickering.
MRS. HIGGINS
. Well, show them up.
THE PARLOR-MAID
. They’re using the telephone, mam.
Telephoning to the police, I think.
MRS. HIGGINS
. What!
THE PARLOR-MAID 
[coming further in and lowering her
voice] Mr. Henry’s in a state, mam. I thought I’d better tell
you.
MRS. HIGGINS
. If you had told me that Mr. Henry was
not in a state it would have been more surprising. Tell them
to come up when they’ve finished with the police. I suppose
he’s lost something.
THE PARLOR-MAID
. Yes, mam [going].
MRS. HIGGINS
. Go upstairs and tell Miss Doolittle that
Mr. Henry and the Colonel are here. Ask her not to come
down till I send for her.
THE PARLOR-MAID
. Yes, mam.
Higgins bursts in. He is, as the parlor-maid has said, in a state.
HIGGINS
. Look here, mother: here’s a confounded thing!
MRS. HIGGINS
. Yes, dear. Good-morning. [He checks his
impatience and kisses her, whilst the parlor-maid goes out].
What is it?
HIGGINS
. Eliza’s bolted.
MRS. HIGGINS 
[calmly continuing her writing] You must
have frightened her.
HIGGINS
. Frightened her! nonsense! She was left last night,
as usual, to turn out the lights and all that; and instead of
going to bed she changed her clothes and went right off: her
bed wasn’t slept in. She came in a cab for her things before
seven this morning; and that fool Mrs. Pearce let her have
them without telling me a word about it. What am I to do?
MRS. HIGGINS
. Do without, I’m afraid, Henry. The girl

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has a perfect right to leave if she chooses.
HIGGINS 
[wandering distractedly across the room] But I can’t
find anything. I don’t know what appointments I’ve got.
I’m—[Pickering comes in. Mrs. Higgins puts down her pen and