What! was he to be thus mystically cajoled and hurried into a rash marriage, because Zanoni, a mere stranger, told him with a grave face that he must decide before the clock struck a certain hour?
"Do this at least," said Mervale, reasonably enough,--"wait till the time expires; it is but another day.

Baffle Zanoni.

He tells thee that he will meet thee before midnight to-morrow, and defies thee to avoid him.

Pooh! let us quit Naples for some neighbouring place, where, unless he be indeed the Devil, he cannot possibly find us.

Show him that you will not be led blindfold even into an act that you meditate yourself.
Defer to write to her, or to see her, till after to-morrow.