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!