had
PICKERING. Beethoven and Brahms or Lehar and Lionel Morickton;
HIGGINS. been at it all her life.
PICKERING. though six months ago, she'd never as much as touched
a piano.

MRS. HIGGINS [putting her fingers in her ears, as they are by
this time shouting one another down with an intolerable noise]
Sh--sh--sh--sh! [They stop].

PICKERING. I beg your pardon. [He draws his chair back
apologetically].

HIGGINS. Sorry. When Pickering starts shouting nobody can get a
word in edgeways.

MRS. HIGGINS. Be quiet, Henry. Colonel Pickering: don't you
realize that when Eliza walked into Wimpole Street, something
walked in with her?

PICKERING. Her father did. But Henry soon got rid of him.

MRS. HIGGINS. It would have been more to the point if her mother
had. But as her mother didn't something else did.

PICKERING. But what?

MRS. HIGGINS [unconsciously dating herself by the word] A
problem.