HIGGINS. You never asked yourself, I suppose, whether I could do without YOU. LIZA. [earnestly] Don’t you try to get round me. You’ll HAVE to do without me. HIGGINS. [arrogant] I can do without anybody. I have my own soul: my own spark of divine fire. But [with sudden humility] I shall miss you, Eliza. [He sits down near her on the ottoman]. I have learnt something from your idiotic notions: I confess that humbly and gratefully. And I have grown accustomed to your voice and appearance. I like them, rather.
