SCENE VIII.—ARGANTE, GÉRONTE, NÉRINE, SILVESTRE.
GER. What! you here, Nérine?
NER. (on her knees before GÉRONTE). Ah! Mr. Pandolphe, how....
GER. Call me Géronte, and do not use the other name any more. The reasons which forced me to take it at Tarentum exist no longer.
NER. Alas! what sorrow that change of name has caused us; what troubles and difficulties in trying to find you out!
GER. And where are my daughter and her mother?
NER. Your daughter, Sir, is not far from here; but before I go to fetch her, I must ask you to forgive me for having married her, because of the forsaken state we found ourselves in, when we had no longer any hope of meeting you.
GER. My daughter is married?
NER. Yes, Sir.