HIGGINS
(The SERVANTS gather around [HIGGINS], hanging on every word)
(In his best dramatic manner) . . . He made it the devilish business of his “To find out who this Miss Doolittle is.”. . .

Fin’lly I decided it was foolish not to let him have his chance with her.
So I stepped aside and let him dance with her. . . .

And when at last the dance was done,
he glowed as if he knew he’d won! . . .
He announced to the hostess that she was a fraud! . . .

Her English is too good, he said,
‘which clearly indicates that she is foreign . . .
I can tell that she was born Hungarian!

(He and PICKERING roar with laughter)
Not only Hungarian, but of royal blood. She is a princess!