He will go out and stand at the front door, and when these two come out he will "arrest Ambulinia from the hands of the insolent Elfonzo," and thus make for himself a "more prosperous field of immortality than ever was decreed by Omnipotence, or ever pencil drew or artist imagined." But, dear me, while he is waiting there the couple climb out at the back window and scurry home! This is romantic enough, but there is a lack of dignity in the situation.
At this point McClintock puts in the whole of his curious play--which we skip.
Some correspondence follows now.

The bitter father and the distressed lovers write the letters.

Elopements are attempted.

They are idiotically planned, and they fail.

Then we have several pages of romantic powwow and confusion dignifying nothing.