MRS. HIGGINS. Well, you know my days.

FREDDY. Yes. Thanks awfully. Good-bye. [He goes out].

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. Good-bye, Mr. Higgins.

HIGGINS. Good-bye. Good-bye.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [to Pickering] It's no use. I shall never be
able to bring myself to use that word.

PICKERING. Don't. It's not compulsory, you know. You'll get on
quite well without it.

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL. Only, Clara is so down on me if I am not
positively reeking with the latest slang. Good-bye.

PICKERING. Good-bye [They shake hands].

MRS. EYNSFORD HILL [to Mrs. Higgins] You mustn't mind Clara.
[Pickering, catching from her lowered tone that this is not meant
for him to hear, discreetly joins Higgins at the window]. We're
so poor! and she gets so few parties, poor child! She doesn't
quite know. [Mrs. Higgins, seeing that her eyes are moist, takes
her hand sympathetically and goes with her to the door]. But the
boy is nice. Don't you think so?

MRS. HIGGINS. Oh, quite nice. I shall always be delighted to see
him.