HIGGINS [sulkily] Oh, well, if you say so, I suppose I don't
always talk like a bishop.

MRS. HIGGINS [quieting Henry with a touch] Colonel Pickering:
will you tell me what is the exact state of things in Wimpole
Street?

PICKERING [cheerfully: as if this completely changed the subject]
Well, I have come to live there with Henry. We work together at
my Indian Dialects; and we think it more convenient--

MRS. HIGGINS. Quite so. I know all about that: it's an excellent
arrangement. But where does this girl live?

HIGGINS. With us, of course. Where would she live?

MRS. HIGGINS. But on what terms? Is she a servant? If not, what
is she?

PICKERING [slowly] I think I know what you mean, Mrs. Higgins.

HIGGINS. Well, dash me if I do! I've had to work at the girl
every day for months to get her to her present pitch. Besides,
she's useful. She knows where my things are, and remembers my
appointments and so forth.

MRS. HIGGINS. How does your housekeeper get on with her?

HIGGINS. Mrs. Pearce? Oh, she's jolly glad to get so much taken