Support the Monkey! Tell All your Friends and Teachers
(Both are heard laughing as they go downstairs).
(rises with an impatient bounce, and returns to her work at the writing-table. She
sweeps a litter of disarranged papers out of her way; snatches a sheet of paper
from her stationery case; and tries resolutely to write. At the third line she gives it
up; flings down her pen; grips the table angrily and exclaims)
Oh, men! men!! men!!!
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 stairs. -
(calling down to Pickering)
I say, Pick: lock up, will you?
I shant be going out again.