Disclaimer: I own squat. Please don't sue me; I'm only a poor student seeking an outlet for some nonexistent creative energy.
I just love this movie, and I also adore the Pygmalion ideas of the play. George Bernard Shaw is my hero. So is Rex Harrison, but that's another story. Anyway, onward my dears, with the story!
What did he want with a heartless guttersnipe, thought Henry Higgins, as he huffed and puffed down the sidewalk? No, he certainly could do without that girl. She's a woman after all, no better than those gossiping women his mother was so fond of. No sir, he could do without her!
He bitterly turned the corner onto his street. And yet, why did she have to go? Wasn't she happy with the arrangement the way it was? Weren't they having a perfectly wonderful time? He paused on his front steps to reflect. Oh my days were so structured, he thought. Eliza always knew what I had, always knew when I wanted tea and when I wanted coffee, and always knew precisely where my goddamn slippers were.
He scratched his chin, let's think about this logically shall we? She's gone. That much is definitely established. The reasons: 1) I was cross and angry with her. Well, I certainly was but I'm not anymore and I made that clear to her. No, no, it wasn't my anger that drove her away. 2) She wasn't treated well and was not comfortable. He scowled, poppycock, the girl herself admitted that she'd been treated perfectly well and I had never denied her anything. 3) She wasn't happy, and she didn't like me. He paused, there was no way of disproving that one, for it was purely subjective. Well, that must be it, she wasn't happy. Turning the key, he sniffed disapprovingly. What right did she have to be unhappy? Walking slowly around his house, he continued muttering, how the devil could she possibly have been unhappy?
Suddenly, he was overcome with a tremendous sense of loneliness. He really had no one in this world to call 'friend'. Not Mrs. Pearce, not Pickering, not his mother, heavens not his mother…. Eliza was the closest thing he had, and now she was gone.
Oh if only he could see her once more, he would explain. He would confess. He would tell her how much he needed her, how repentant he was that he'd treated her badly. How lonely he felt in the world without her. But he didn't even know where she was now. She'd gone to marry Freddy. She'd left him to marry Freddy. The very thought angered him, and he was seized once more with a mixture of resentment and longing.
