Chrem. What do you suspect now, or have you discovered, relative to her?
Sos. I don’t know; unless you enquire of herself whence she got it, if that can possibly be discovered.
Chrem. Is this woman living to whom you delivered the child?
Sos. I don’t know.
Chrem. What account did she bring you at the time?
Sos. That she had done as I had ordered her.
Chrem. Tell me what is the woman’s name, that she may be inquired after.
Sos. Philtere.
Chrem. Sostrata follow me this way indoors.
Sos. How much beyond my hopes has this matter turned out! How dreadfully afraid I was, Chremes, that you would now be of feelings as unrelenting as formerly you were on exposing the child.