Influenza about. It runs right through our whole family regularly every

spring.

LIZA [darkly] My aunt died of influenza: so they said.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [clicks her tongue sympathetically]!!!

LIZA [in the same tragic tone] But it's my belief they done the old

woman in.

MRS. HIGGINS [puzzled] Done her in?

LIZA. Y-e-e-e-es, Lord love you! Why should she die of influenza? She

come through diphtheria right enough the year before. I saw her with my

own eyes. Fairly blue with it, she was. They all thought she was dead;

but my father he kept ladling gin down her throat til she came to so

sudden that she bit the bowl off the spoon.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [startled] Dear me!

LIZA [piling up the indictment] What call would a woman with that

strength in her have to die of influenza? What become of her new straw

hat that should have come to me? Somebody pinched it; and what I say

Is, them as pinched it done her in.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. What does doing her in mean?

HIGGINS [hastily] Oh, that's the new small talk. To do a person in

means to kill them.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [to Eliza, horrified] You surely don't believe that

your aunt was killed?

LIZA. Do I not! Them she lived with would have killed her for a

hat-pin, let alone a hat.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. But it can't have been right for your father to

pour spirits down her throat like that. It might have killed her.

LIZA. Not her. Gin was mother's milk to her. Besides, he'd poured so

much down his own throat that he knew the good of it.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. Do you mean that he drank?

LIZA. Drank! My word! Something chronic.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. How dreadful for you!

LIZA. Not a bit. It never did him no harm what I could see. But then he

did not keep it up regular. [Cheerfully] On the burst, as you might

say, from time to time. And always more agreeable when he had a drop

In. When he was out of work, my mother used to give him fourpence and

tell him to go out and not come back until he'd drunk himself cheerful

and loving-like. There's lots of women has to make their husbands drunk

to make them fit to live with. [Now quite at her ease] You see, it's

like this. If a man has a bit of a conscience, it always takes him when

he's sober; and then it makes him low-spirited. A drop of booze just

takes that off and makes him happy. [To Freddy, who is in convulsions

of suppressed laughter] Here! what are you sniggering at?

FREDDY. The new small talk. You do it so awfully well.

LIZA. If I was doing it proper, what was you laughing at? [To Higgins]

Have I said anything I oughtn't?

MRS. HIGGINS [interposing] Not at all, Miss Doolittle.

LIZA. Well, that's a mercy, anyhow. [Expansively] What I always say is--

HIGGINS [rising and looking at his watch] Ahem!

LIZA [looking round at him; taking the hint; and rising] Well: I must

go. [They all rise. Freddy goes to the door]. So pleased to have met

you. Good-bye. [She shakes hands with Mrs. Higgins].

MRS. HIGGINS. Good-bye.

LIZA. Good-bye, Colonel Pickering.

PICKERING. Good-bye, Miss Doolittle. [They shake hands].

LIZA [nodding to the others] Good-bye, all.

FREDDY [opening the door for her] Are you walking across the Park, Miss

Doolittle? If so--

LIZA. Walk! Not bloody likely. [Sensation]. I am going in a taxi. [She

goes out].

Pickering gasps and sits down. Freddy goes out on the balcony to catch

another glimpse of Eliza.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [suffering from shock] Well, I really can't get used

to the new ways.

CLARA [throwing herself discontentedly into the Elizabethan chair]. Oh,