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MRS HIGGINS But what has my son done to you, Mr Doolittle?

DOOLITTLE Done to me! Ruined me Destroyed my happiness Tied me up

and deliveredintolerantly and standing over Doolittle] You're

raving You're drunk You're ave you five pounds After that I

had two conversations with you, at half-a-crown an hour I've never

seen you since

DOOLITTLE Oh! Drunk! am I? Mad! am I? Tell me this Did you or did you

not write a letter to an old blighter in A five

millions to found Moral Reform Societies all over the world, and that

wanted you to invent a universal language for him?

HIGGINS What! Ezra D Wannafeller! He's dead [He sits down again

carelessly]

DOOLITTLE Yes: he's dead; and I'm done for Now did you or did you not

write a letter to hiland, to the best of your knowledge, was Alfred Doolittle, a

common dust some silly joke of

the kind

DOOLITTLE Ah! you ht enough Just give him the chance he wanted to show that Anize and respect merit in every class of

life, however hu will, in which,

Henry Higgins, thanks to your silly joking, he leaves ested Cheese Trust worth three thousand a year on condition that

I lecture for his Wannafeller Moral Reforue as often as