Chremes retires and listens to their conversation.
By leaving me alone?
Davus. What farce is this?
Ha, Mysis, whence this child? Who brought it here?
Mysis. Have you your wits, to ask me such a question?
Davus. Whom should I ask, when no one else is here?
Chremes (behind). I wonder whence it comes. (To himself.)
Davus. Wilt answer me! (Loud.)
Mysis. Ah! (Confused.)
Davus. This way to the right! (Apart to Mysis.)