DOOLITTLE. That's right. I can't carry the girl through the
streets like a blooming monkey, can I? I put it to you.

HIGGINS. You have put it to me that you want your daughter. Take
your daughter. If she has no clothes go out and buy her some.

DOOLITTLE [desperate] Where's the clothes she come in? Did I burn
them or did your missus here?

MRS. PEARCE. I am the housekeeper, if you please. I have sent for
some clothes for your girl. When they come you can take her away.
You can wait in the kitchen. This way, please.

Doolittle, much troubled, accompanies her to the door; then
hesitates; finally turns confidentially to Higgins.

DOOLITTLE. Listen here, Governor. You and me is men of the world,
ain't we?

HIGGINS. Oh! Men of the world, are we? You'd better go, Mrs.
Pearce.

MRS. PEARCE. I think so, indeed, sir. [She goes, with dignity].

PICKERING. The floor is yours, Mr. Doolittle.

DOOLITTLE [to Pickering] I thank you, Governor. [To Higgins, who
takes refuge on the piano bench, a little overwhelmed by the
proximity of his visitor; for Doolittle has a professional flavor
of dust about him]. Well, the truth is, I've taken a sort of