you would have thought it the millennium to have a flower shop of
your own. Come! you'll be all right. I must clear off to bed: I'm
devilish sleepy. By the way, I came down for something: I forget
what it was.

LIZA. Your slippers.

HIGGINS. Oh yes, of course. You shied them at me. [He picks them
up, and is going out when she rises and speaks to him].

LIZA. Before you go, sir--

HIGGINS [dropping the slippers in his surprise at her calling him
sir] Eh?

LIZA. Do my clothes belong to me or to Colonel Pickering?

HIGGINS [coming back into the room as if her question were the
very climax of unreason] What the devil use would they be to
Pickering?

LIZA. He might want them for the next girl you pick up to
experiment on.

HIGGINS [shocked and hurt] Is THAT the way you feel towards us?

LIZA. I don't want to hear anything more about that. All I want
to know is whether anything belongs to me. My own clothes were
burnt.