STREPHON—In that case, I will forgive you.
PHYLLIS— Then we will be married at once. I will attend to the fairies afterward. But how about your mother?
IOLANTHE— (Entering.)—The old lady is here, and blesses you, my children,—or words to that effect.
STREPHON—But how about her guardian?
IOLANTHE— There is but one thing to do. I have been married to him for some years now. He is Strephon's father.