Professor Henry Higgins:
Mother!
Mrs. Higgins:
What is it, Henry? What's happened?
Professor Henry Higgins:
[quietly, bewildered]
She's gone.
Mrs. Higgins:
Well, of course, dear, what did you expect?
Professor Henry Higgins:
What... what am I to do?
Mrs. Higgins:
Do without, I suppose.
[pause]
Professor Henry Higgins:
And so I shall! If the Higgins oxygen burns up her little lungs, let her seek some stuffiness that suits her. She's an owl sickened by a few days of my sunshine. Very well, let her go, I can do without her. I can do without anyone. I have my own soul! My own spark of divine fire!
[storms outs]
Mrs. Higgins:
Bravo, Eliza.
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