HIGGINS. But what does it matter? Why need you start bothering
about that in the middle of the night?

LIZA. I want to know what I may take away with me. I don't want
to be accused of stealing.

HIGGINS [now deeply wounded] Stealing! You shouldn't have said
that, Eliza. That shows a want of feeling.

LIZA. I'm sorry. I'm only a common ignorant girl; and in my
station I have to be careful. There can't be any feelings between
the like of you and the like of me. Please will you tell me what
belongs to me and what doesn't?

HIGGINS [very sulky] You may take the whole damned houseful if
you like. Except the jewels. They're hired. Will that satisfy
you? [He turns on his heel and is about to go in extreme
dudgeon].

LIZA [drinking in his emotion like nectar, and nagging him to
provoke a further supply] Stop, please. [She takes off her
jewels]. Will you take these to your room and keep them safe? I
don't want to run the risk of their being missing.

HIGGINS [furious] Hand them over. [She puts them into his hands].
If these belonged to me instead of to the jeweler, I'd ram them
down your ungrateful throat. [He perfunctorily thrusts them into
his pockets, unconsciously decorating himself with the protruding
ends of the chains].