Phor. Why, really, if you persist in being troublesome——
Dem. What will you do?
Phor. What, I? You fancy, perhaps, just now, that I am the protector of the portionless; for the well portioned,[86] I’m in the habit of being so as well.
Chrem. What’s that to us?
Phor. (with a careless air.) Nothing at all. I know a certain lady here (pointing at Chremes’s house) whose husband had——
Chrem. (starting.) Ha!
Dem. What’s the matter?
Phor. Another wife at Lemnos—
Chrem. (aside.) I’m ruined!
Phor. By whom he had a daughter; and her he is secretly bringing up.