Dem. I paid him
Immediately.
Chrem. I’m sorry for’t.— (Seeing Nausistrata.)—My wife!
I’d almost said too much. (Aside.)
Dem. Why sorry, Chremes?
Chrem. Nothing.—No matter.
Dem. Well, but hark ye, Chremes!
Have you been talking with the girl, and told her
Wherefore we bring your wife?
Chrem. I’ve settled it.