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Mrs. Higgins's drawing-room. She is at her writing-table as before. The parlor-maid
comes in.
THE PARLOR-MAID [at the door] Mr. Henry, mam, is downstairs with Colonel
MRS. HIGGINS. Well, show them up.
THE PARLOR-MAID. They're using the telephone, mam. Telephoning to the police, I
THE PARLOR-MAID [coming further in and lowering her voice] Mr. Henry's in a
state, mam. I thought I'd better tell you.
MRS. HIGGINS. If you had told me that Mr. Henry was not in a state it would have
been more surprising. Tell them to come up when they've finished with the police. I
suppose he's lost something.
THE PARLOR-MAID. Yes, mam [going].
MRS. HIGGINS. Go upstairs and tell Miss Doolittle that Mr. Henry and the Colonel are
here. Ask her not to come down till I send for her.
Higgins bursts in. He is, as the parlor-maid has said, in a state.
HIGGINS. Look here, mother: here's a confounded thing!
MRS. HIGGINS. Yes, dear. Good-morning. [He checks his impatience and kisses her,
whilst the parlor-maid goes out]. What is it?
HIGGINS. Eliza's bolted.
MRS. HIGGINS [calmly continuing her writing] You must have frightened her.
HIGGINS. Frightened her! nonsense! She was left last night, as usual, to turn out the
lights and all that; and instead of going to bed she changed her clothes and went right off:
her bed wasn't slept in. She came in a cab for her things before seven this morning; and
that fool Mrs. Pearce let her have them without telling me a word about it. What am I to