ANTONIN. If you won’t tell her I will, in a way which won’t admit of any misunderstanding.
JULIE. She will be angry.
ANTONIN. Let her.
JULIE. But if you two quarrel where shall I be able to see her? Here?
ANTONIN. No. I forbid you to do so.
JULIE. Have you the right to forbid me?
ANTONIN. Certainly.
JULIE. Why?
ANTONIN. Once more, because I am master here: because the husband is the master in his own house.
JULIE. That was not what you told me while we were engaged.