"Fancy old Adrian getting married!" "I see nothing funny in it," said I."Lots of people get married.

I'm married." "Oh, you--you were born to be married," he said crushingly.
"And so are you," I retorted.
"I?
I tie myself to the stay-strings of a flip of a thing in petticoats, whom I should have to swear to love, honour and obey-- ?" "My good fellow," I interrupted, "it is the woman who swears obedience." "And the man practises it.

Ho! Ho! Ho!" His laughter (at this very poor repartee) so resounded that the adventitious cow, in the field some hundred yards away, lifted her tail in the air and scampered away, in terror.
"And as to the stay-strings, to continue your delicate metaphor, you can always cut them when you like." "Yes.

And then there's the devil to pay.

She shows you the ends and makes you believe they're dripping blood and tears.