While he was acting this reverie, his study door opened, and the real Marionetta appeared.

“For heaven’s sake, Scythrop,” said she, “what is the matter?”

“For heaven’s sake, indeed!” said Scythrop, “for your sake, Marionetta, and you are my heaven!  Distraction is the matter.  I adore you, and your cruelty drives me mad!” He threw himself at her feet, and breathed a thousand vows in the most passionate language of romance.

With a very arch look, she said:  “I prithee, deliver thyself like a man of the world.”  The levity of this quotation jarred so discordantly on the romantic inamorato that he sprang to his feet, and beat his forehead with his clenched fist.  The young lady was terrified, and, taking his hand in hers, said in her tenderest tone:  “What would you have, Scythrop?”

Scythrop was in heaven again.

“What but you, Marionetta!  You, for the companion of my studies, the auxiliary of my great designs for mankind.”

“I am afraid I should be but a poor auxiliary, Scythrop.  What would you have me do?”

“Do as Rosalia does with Carlos, Marionetta.  Let us each open a vein in the other’s arm, mix our blood in a bowl, and drink it as a sacrament of love; then we shall see visions of transcendental illumination.”

Marionetta disengaged herself suddenly, and fled with precipitation.  Scythrop pursued her, crying, “Stop, stop Marionetta—­my life, my love!” and was gaining rapidly on her flight, when he came into sudden and violent contact with Mr. Toobad, and they both plunged together to the foot of the stairs, which gave the young lady time to escape and enclose herself in her chamber.

This was witnessed by Mr. Glowry, and he determined on a full explanation.  He therefore entered Scythrop Tower, and at once said: 

“So, sir, you are in love with your cousin.”

Scythrop, with as little hesitation, answered, “Yes, sir.”

“That is candid, at least.  It is very provoking, very disappointing.  I could not have supposed that you could have been infatuated with such a dancing, laughing, singing, careless, merry hearted thing as Marionetta—­and with no fortune.  Besides, sir, I have made a choice for you.  Such a lovely, serious creature, in a fine state of high dissatisfaction with the world!  Sir, I have pledged my honour to the contract, and now, sir, what is to be done?”

“Indeed, sir, I cannot say.  I claim on this occasion that liberty of action which is the co-natal prerogative of every rational being.”

“Liberty of action, sir!  There is no such thing, and if you do not comply with my wishes, I shall be under the necessity of disinheriting you, though I shall do so with tears in my eyes.”

He immediately sought Mrs. Hilary, and communicated his views to her.  She straightway hinted to her niece, whom she loved as her own child, that dignity and decorum required them to leave the abbey at once.  Marionetta listened in silent submission, but when Scythrop entered, and threw himself at her feet in a paroxysm of grief, she threw her arms round his neck, and burst into tears.