Lach. Did you not say, just now, that she was waiting for my son’s return?
Phid. Just so.
Lach. They say that he has arrived; let her return.
Pam. (apart to himself, aloud.) What excuse to make to my father for not taking her back, I don’t know!
Lach. (turning round.) Who was it I heard speaking here?
Pam. (apart.) I am resolved to persevere in the course I determined to pursue.
Lach. ’Tis the very person about whom I was talking to you.
Pam. Health to you, my father.
Lach. Health to you, my son.
Phid. I am glad that you have returned, Pamphilus, and the more especially so, as you are safe and well.