Cynthia. [Starting and looking at Sir Wilfrid.] What did I tell you?
Vida. [To Cynthia.] Oh, my dear, he's asked me to champagne and lobster at your house—his house! Matthew is coming! [Cynthia starts, but controls herself.] And you're to come, Sir Wilfrid. [Intending to convey the idea of a sudden marriage ceremony.] Of course, my dear, I would like to wait for your wedding, but something rather—rather important to me is to take place, and I know you'll excuse me. [The organ stops.
Sir Wilfrid. [Piqued at being forgotten.] All very neat, but you haven't given me a chance, even.
Vida. Chance? You're not serious?
Sir Wilfrid. I am!
Vida. [Striking while the iron is hot.] I'll give you a minute to offer yourself.
Sir Wilfrid. Eh?
Vida. Sixty seconds from now.
Sir Wilfrid. [Uncertain.] There's such a thing as bein' silly.
Vida. [Calm and determined.] Fifty seconds left.