Cynthia starts, amazed at his assumption of marital authority, and delighted that she will have an opportunity of outraging his sensibilities.
Sir Wilfrid. Oho!
John. An hour before her wedding!
Sir Wilfrid. [Gay and not angry.] May I know if it's the custom—
John. [Jealous and disgusted.] It's worse than eloping—
Sir Wilfrid. Custom, y' know, for the husband, that was, to dictate—
John. [Thoroughly vexed.] By George, there's a limit!
Cynthia. What? What? What? [Gathering up her things.] What did I hear you say?
Sir Wilfrid. Ah!
John. [Angry.] I say there's a limit—