CLARA [rising] Oh yes: we have three at homes to go to still.
Good-bye, Mrs. Higgins. Good-bye, Colonel Pickering. Good-bye,
Professor Higgins.

HIGGINS [coming grimly at her from the divan, and accompanying
her to the door] Good-bye. Be sure you try on that small talk at
the three at-homes. Don't be nervous about it. Pitch it in
strong.

CLARA [all smiles] I will. Good-bye. Such nonsense, all this
early Victorian prudery!

HIGGINS [tempting her] Such damned nonsense!

CLARA. Such bloody nonsense!

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [convulsively] Clara!

CLARA. Ha! ha! [She goes out radiant, conscious of being
thoroughly up to date, and is heard descending the stairs in a
stream of silvery laughter].

FREDDY [to the heavens at large] Well, I ask you [He gives it up,
and comes to Mrs. Higgins]. Good-bye.

MRS. HIGGINS [shaking hands] Good-bye. Would you like to meet
Miss Doolittle again?

FREDDY [eagerly] Yes, I should, most awfully.