LIZA. You're no gentleman, you're not, to talk of such things.
LIZA [springing up and running between Pickering and Mrs.
LIZA [rising and squaring herself determinedly] I'm going away.
LIZA. Oh, you've no feeling heart in you: you don't care for nothing but yourself [she rises and takes the floor resolutely].
LIZA [halting, tempted] How do I know what might be in them?
LIZA [who has disposed of the chocolate after being nearly choked by it] I wouldn't have ate it, only I'm too ladylike to take it out of my mouth.
LIZA [rising reluctantly and suspiciously] You're a great bully, you are.
But if Liza is going to have a bit out of this, why not me too?
LIZA. It didn't: not all of it; and I don't care who hears me say it.
LIZA. I'm a good girl, I am; and I won't pick up no free and easy ways.
LIZA. Talking money out of other people's pockets into his own.
They criticized the people they were expecting, and the conversation fell upon Liza Merkalova.
Liza Merkalova's husband carries her shawl, and is always ready to be of use.
"I understand you, and I understand Liza. Liza now is one of those naive natures that, like children, don't know what's good and what's bad.
