Higgins is an specialist on his subject: phonetics. He has dedicated his life to work on his subject to a point where his job is also his hobby. He has a good position in live. He has a good house and servants. He speaks extremely well, but there is a big problem with the way he talks, this problem is that he swears every time he opens his mouth. The way he looks, always wearing a suit, suggests that he is well-educated, but is contradictory to the way he acts. These reestablishes that the way a person looks, not always tells how the person is.
Higgins. Well, here we are, anyhow! ( he sits down on the ottoman next to Mrs. Eynsford Hill, on her left ) And now, what the devil are we going to talk about until Eliza comes? Mrs. Higgins. Henry: you are the life and soul of the Royal Society's soireés; but really you're rather trying on more common-place occasions.
Higgins. Am I? Very sorry. ( Beaming suddenly ) I suppose I am, you know. ( Uproariously ) Ha, ha! Miss. Eynsfrod Hill. ( who considers Higgins quite eligible matrimonially) I sympathize. I haven't any small talk. If people would only be frank and say what they really think! Higgins. ( relapsing into gloom ) Lord forbid! ( Act III, page 56 ) Although Higgins looked as a well educated person, the way he treated people showed a different thing. Higgins treated everyone the same way no matter what. He treated his mother, Eliza, and Mrs.