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.