Have you so little confidence in me as that? _Dem._ Do you want me to take your word for it? Do you want me to seek no further in the matter? All right, so be it. But what about the daughter of our friend? What's to become of her? _Chr._ She'll be all right. _Dem._ Are we to drop her, then? _Chr._ Why not? _Dem._ And is Phanium to remain? _Chr._ Just so. _Dem._ Well, Nausistrata, I guess we will excuse you. [_Exit Nausistrata into her own house_]. Now, Chremes, what in the world is all this about? _Chr._ Is that door tight shut? _Dem._ Yes. _Chr._ [_leading his brother well out of earshot of the house_]. O Jupiter! The gods are on our side. My daughter I have found--married--to your son! _Dem._ What? How can that be? _Chr._ It isn't safe to talk about it here. _Dem._ Well, go inside then. _Chr._ But see here, I don't want even our sons to find this out. [_They go into Demipho's house._] Antipho has seen Phædria's business happily settled, and now comes in, feeling very gloomy about his own affairs. His deep dejection serves as a happy contrast to the fortunate turn of his affairs which we have just witnessed. In his unsettled state he starts off to find the faithful Geta, when Phormio comes on the stage, in high spirits over his success in cheating the old men out of their money in behalf of Phædria. It is his own rôle now, he says, to keep well in the background. Now the door of Demipho's house opens and out rushes Geta, shouting and gesticulating: