高中英语Unit4PygmalionIII.docx

1、高中英语Unit4PygmalionIII2019-2020年高中英语Unit4Pygmalion(III)The Wimpole Street laboratory, Midnight. Nobody in the room. The clock on the mantelpiece strikes twelve. The fire is not alight: it is a summer night.Presently Higgins and Pickering are heard on the stars.HIGGINS calling down to Pickering I say,

2、 Pick: lock up, will you. I shant be going out again.PICKERING. Right. Can Mrs. Pearce go to bed? We dont want anything more, do we?HIGGINS. Lord, no! Eliza opens the door and is seen on the lighted landing in opera cloak, brilliant evening dress, and diamonds, with fan, flowers, and all accessories

3、. She es to the hearth, and switches on the electric lights there. She is tired: her pallor contrasts strongly with her dark eyes and hair; and her expression is almost tragic. She takes off her cloak; puts her fan and flowers on the piano; and sits down on the bench, brooding and silent. Higgins, i

4、n evening dress, with overcoat and hat, es in, carrying a smoking jacket which he has picked up downstairs. He takes off the hat and overcoat; throws them carelessly on the newspaper stand; disposes of his coat in the same way; puts on the smoking jacket; and throws himself wearily into the easy-cha

5、ir at the hearth. Pickering, similarly attired, es in. He also takes off his hat and overcoat, and is about to throw them on Higginss when he hesitates.PICKERING. I say: Mrs. Pearce will row if we leave these things lying about in the drawing-room.HIGGINS. Oh, chuck them over the bannisters into the

6、 hall. Shell find them there in the morning and put them away all right. Shell think we were drunk.PICKERING. We are, slightly. Are there any letters?HIGGINS. I didnt look. Pickering takes the overcoats and hats and goes down stairs. Higgins begins half singing half yawning an air from La Fanciulla

7、del Golden West. Suddenly he stops and exclaims I wonder where the devil my slippers are! Eliza looks at him darkly; then rises suddenly and leaves the room.Higgins yawns again, and resumes his song.Pickering returns, with the contents of the letter-box in his hand.PICKERING. Only circulars, and thi

8、s coroneted billet-doux for you. He throws the circulars into the fender, and posts himself on the hearthrug, with his back to the grate.HIGGINS glancing at the billet-doux Money-lender. He throws the letter after the circulars.Eliza returns with a pair of large down-at-heel slippers. She places the

9、m on the carpet before Higgins, and sits as before without a word.HIGGINS yawning again Oh Lord! What an evening! What a crew! What a silly tomfoollery! He raises his shoe to unlace it, and catches sight of the slippers. He stops unlacing and looks at them as if they had appeared there of their own

10、accord. Oh! theyre there, are they?PICKERING stretching himself Well, I feel a bit tired. Its been a long day. The garden party, a dinner party, and the opera! Rather too much of a good thing. But youve won your bet, Higgins. Eliza did the trick, and something to spare, eh?HIGGINS fervently Thank Go

11、d its over! Eliza flinches violently; but they take no notice of her; and she recovers herself and sits stonily as before.PICKERING. Were you nervous at the garden party? I was. Eliza didnt seem a bit nervous.HIGGINS. Oh, she wasnt nervous. I knew shed be all right. No: its the strain of putting the

12、 job through all these months that has told on me. It was interesting enough at first, while we were at the phonetics; but after that I got deadly sick of it. If I hadnt backed myself to do it I should have chucked the whole thing up two months ago. It was a silly notion: the whole thing has been a

13、bore.PICKERING. Oh e! the garden party was frightfully exciting. My heart began beating like anything.HIGGINS. Yes, for the first three minutes. But when I saw we were going to win hands down, I felt like a bear in a cage, hanging about doing nothing. The dinner was worse: sitting gorging there for

14、over an hour, with nobody but a damned fool of a fashionable woman to talk to! I tell you, Pickering, never again for me. No more artificial duchesses. The whole thing has been simple purgatory.PICKERING. Youve never been broken in properly to the social routine. Strolling over to the piano I rather

15、 enjoy dipping into it occasionally myself: it makes me feel young again. Anyhow, it was a great success: an immense success. I was quite frightened once or twice because Eliza was doing it so well. You see, lots of the real people cant do it at all: theyre such fools that they think style es by nat

16、ure to people in their position; and so they never learn. Theres always something professional about doing a thing superlatively well.HIGGINS. Yes: thats what drives me mad: the silly people dont know their own silly business. Rising However, its over and done with; and now I can go to bed at last without dreading tomorrow.Elizas beauty bees murderous.PICKERING. I think I shall turn in too. Still, its been