PygmalionACT ICovent Garden at 11
Torrents of heavy summer rain
Cab whistles blowing frantically in all directions
Pedestrians running for shelter into the market and under the portico of St
Paul's Church, where there are already several people, among them a lady and her daughter in evening dress
They are all peering out gloomily at the rain, except one man with his back turned to the rest, who seems wholly preoccupied with a notebook in which he is writing busily
The church clock strikes the first quarter
THE DAUGHTER [in the space between the central pillars, close to the one on her left] I'm getting chilled to the bone
What can Freddy be doing all this time
Hes been gone twenty minutes
THE MOTHER [On her daughter's right] Not so long
But he ought to have go