GER. And to whom?
NER. To a young man, called Octave, the son of a certain Mr. Argante.
GER. O Heaven!
ARG. What an extraordinary coincidence.
GER. Take us quickly where she is.
NER. You have but to come into this house.
GER. Go in first; follow me, follow me, Mr. Argante.
SIL. (alone). Well, this is a strange affair.