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?