I see, Mr Flosky, you think my intrusion unseasonable, and are inclined to punish it, by talking nonsense to me. (_Mr Flosky gave a start at the word nonsense, which almost overturned the table._) I assure you, I would not have intruded if I had not been very much interested in the question I wish to ask you.--(_Mr Flosky listened in sullen dignity._)--My cousin Scythrop seems to have some secret preying on his mind.--(_Mr Flosky was silent._)--He seems very unhappy--Mr Flosky.--Perhaps you are acquainted with the cause.--(_Mr Flosky was still silent._)--I only wish to know--Mr Flosky--if it is any thing--that could be remedied by any thing--that any one--of whom I know any thing--could do. MR FLOSKY (_after a pause_) There are various ways of getting at secrets. The most approved methods, as recommended both theoretically and practically in philosophical novels, are eavesdropping at key-holes, picking the locks of chests and desks, peeping into letters, steaming wafers, and insinuating hot wire under sealing wax; none of which methods I hold it lawful to practise. MARIONETTA Surely, Mr Flosky, you cannot suspect me of wishing to adopt or encourage such base and contemptible arts. MR FLOSKY Yet are they recommended, and with well-strung reasons, by writers of gravity and note, as simple and easy methods of studying character, and gratifying that laudable curiosity which aims at the knowledge of man. MARIONETTA I am as ignorant of this morality which you do not approve, as of the metaphysics which you do: I should be glad to know by your means, what is the matter with my cousin; I do not like to see him unhappy, and I suppose there is some reason for it. MR FLOSKY Now I should rather suppose there is no reason for it: it is the fashion to be unhappy. To have a reason for being so would be exceedingly common-place: to be so without any is the province of genius: the art of being miserable for misery's sake, has been brought to great perfection in our days; and the ancient Odyssey, which held forth a shining example of the endurance of real misfortune, will give place to a modern one, setting out a more instructive picture of querulous impatience under imaginary evils. MARIONETTA Will you oblige me, Mr Flosky, by giving me a plain answer to a plain question? MR FLOSKY It is impossible, my dear Miss O'Carroll. I never gave a plain answer to a question in my life. MARIONETTA Do you, or do you not, know what is the matter with my cousin? MR FLOSKY