Syr. And really of handsome appearance.
Chrem. Well enough.
Syr. Not like those of former days,[62] but as times are now, very passable: nor do I in the least wonder that Clinia doats upon her. But he has a father—a certain covetous, miserable, and niggardly person—this neighbor of ours (pointing to the house). Do you know him? Yet, as if he was not abounding in wealth, his son ran away through want. Are you aware that it is the fact, as I am saying?
Chrem. How should I not be aware? A fellow that deserves the mill.
Syr. Who?
Chrem. That servant of the young gentleman, I mean.
Syr. (aside.) Syrus! I was sadly afraid for you.
Chrem. To suffer it to come to this!
Syr. What was he to do?
Chrem. Do you ask the question? He ought to have found some expedient, contrived some stratagem, by means of which there might have been something for the young man to give to his mistress, and thus have saved this crabbed old fellow in spite of himself.