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.
Syr. (aside.) ’Tis the very same. It’s a wonder if she isn’t found, and I lost.
Chrem. Sostrata, follow me this way in-doors.
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.
Chrem. Many a time a man can not be[77] such as he would be, if circumstances do not admit of it. Time has now so brought it about, that I should be glad of a daughter; formerly I wished for nothing less.
Chremes and Sostrata go into the house.