Freddy: I’m so sorry.Eliza: Two bun

Freddy: I’m so sorry.
Eliza: Two bunches o’ violets trod in the mud. A full day’s wages.
Lady: Freddy, go and find a cab.
Freddy: Yes, Mother.
Chapter 3
Eliza: He’s your son, is he? If you’d done your duty by him as a mother should…
You wouldn’t let ‘im spoil a poor girl’s flow’rs and then run away without payin’.
Lady: Oh, go about your business, my girl.
Eliza: And you wouldn’t go off without payin’, either. Two bunches o’ violets trod in the mud.
(Pickering appeared.)
Lady: Oh, sir, is there any sign of it stopping?
Pickering: I’m afraid not. It’s worse than before.
Eliza: If it’s worse, it’s a sign it’s nearly over.
Cheer up, Capt’n, buy a flow’r off a poor