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of the pillar. What on earth is Freddy doing? I shall get pneumonia if I stay in this draught any longer. The Note Taker To himself, hastily making a note of her pronunciation of “monia.” Earlscourt. The Daughter Violently. Will you please keep your impertinent remarks to yourself? The Note Taker Did I say that out loud? I didn’t mean to. I beg your pardon. Your mother’s Epsom, unmistakeably. The Mother Advancing between her daughter and The Note Taker. How very curious! I was brought up in Largelady Park, near Epsom. The Note Taker Uproariously amused. Ha! ha! What a devil of a name! Excuse me. To The Daughter. You want a cab, do you? The Daughter Don’t dare speak to me. The Mother Oh, please, please Clara. Her daughter repudiates her with an angry shrug and retires haughtily. We should be so grateful to you, sir, if you found us a cab. The Note Taker produces a whistle. Oh, thank you. She joins her daughter. The Note Taker blows a piercing blast. A Sarcastic Bystander There! I knowed he was a plain-clothes copper. A Bystander That ain’t a police whistle: that’s a sporting whistle. The Flower Girl Still preoccupied with her wounded feelings. He’s no right to take away my character. My character is the same to me as any lady’s. The Note Taker I don’t know whether you’ve noticed it; but the rain stopped about two minutes ago. A Bystander So it has. Why didn’t you say so before? and us losing our time listening to your silliness. He walks off towards the Strand. A Sarcastic Bystander I can tell where you come from. You come from Anwell. Go back there. The Note Taker Helpfully. Hanwell. A Sarcastic Bystander Affecting great distinction of speech. Thenk you, teacher. Haw haw! So long. He touches his hat with mock respect and strolls off. The Flower Girl Frightening people like that! How would he like it himself. The Mother It’s quite fine now, Clara. We can walk to a motor bus. Come. She gathers her skirts above her ankles and hurries off towards the Strand. The Daughter But the cab⁠—Her mother is out of hearing. Oh, how tiresome! She follows angrily. All the rest have gone except The Note Taker, The Gentleman, and The Flower Girl, who sits arranging her basket, and still pitying herself in murmurs. The Flower Girl Poor girl! Hard enough for her to live without being worrited and chivied. The Gentleman Returning to his former place on The Note Taker’s left. How do you do it, if I may ask? The Note Taker Simply phonetics. The science of speech. That’s my profession; also my hobby. Happy is the man who can make a living by his hobby! You can spot an Irishman or a Yorkshireman by his brogue. I can place any man within six miles. I can place him within two miles in London. Sometimes within two streets. The Flower Girl Ought to be ashamed of himself, unmanly coward! The Gentleman But is there a living in that? The Note Taker Oh yes. Quite a fat one. This is an age of upstarts. Men begin in Kentish Town with 80 pounds a year, and end in Park Lane with a hundred thousand. They want to drop Kentish Town; but they give themselves away every time they open their mouths. Now I can teach them⁠— The Flower Girl Let him mind his own business and leave a poor girl⁠— The Note Taker Explosively. Woman: cease this detestable boohooing instantly; or else seek the shelter of some other place of worship. The Flower Girl With feeble defiance. I’ve a right to be here if I like, same as you. The Note Taker A woman who utters such depressing and disgusting sounds has no right to be anywhere⁠—no right to live. Remember that you are a human being with a soul and the divine gift of articulate speech: that your native language is the language of Shakespeare and Milton and The Bible; and don’t sit there crooning like a bilious pigeon. The Flower Girl Quite overwhelmed, and looking up at him in mingled wonder and deprecation without daring to raise her head. Ah⁠—ah⁠—ah⁠—ow⁠—ow⁠—oo! The Note Taker Whipping out his book. Heavens! what a sound! He writes; then holds out the book and reads, reproducing her vowels exactly. Ah⁠—ah⁠—ah⁠—ow⁠—ow⁠—ow⁠—oo! The Flower Girl Tickled by the performance, and laughing in spite of herself. Garn! The Note Taker You see this creature with her kerbstone English: the English that will keep her in the gutter to the end of her days. Well, sir, in three months I could pass that girl off as a duchess at an ambassador’s garden party. I could even get her a place as lady’s maid or shop assistant, which requires better English. That’s the sort of thing I do for commercial millionaires. And on the profits of it I do genuine scientific work in phonetics, and a little as a poet on Miltonic lines. The Gentleman I am myself a student of Indian dialects; and⁠— The Note Taker Eagerly. Are you? Do you know Colonel Pickering, the author of Spoken Sanskrit? The Gentleman I am Colonel Pickering. Who are you? The Note Taker Henry Higgins, author of Higgins’s Universal Alphabet. Pickering With enthusiasm. I came from India to meet you. Higgins I was going to India to meet you. Pickering Where do you live? Higgins 27A Wimpole Street. Come and see me tomorrow. Pickering I’m at the Carlton. Come with me now and let’s have a jaw over some supper. Higgins Right you are. The Flower Girl To Pickering, as he passes her. Buy a flower, kind gentleman. I’m short for my lodging. Pickering I really haven’t any change. I’m sorry. He goes away. Higgins Shocked at girl’s mendacity. Liar. You said you could change half-a-crown. The Flower Girl Rising in desperation. You ought to be stuffed with nails, you ought. Flinging the basket at his feet. Take the whole blooming basket
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