PAR. (_to himself._) {Only} let the next two days go by; you who, at present, in such high favor, are opening the door with one little finger, assuredly I’ll cause to be kicking at that {door} full oft, with your heels, to no purpose. _Re-enter GNATHO from the house._ GNA. Still standing here, Parmeno? Why now, have you been left on guard here, that no go-between might perchance be secretly running from the Captain to her? (_Exit._ PAR. Smartly said; really {they ought to be} wonderful things to please the Captain. But I see my master’s youngest son coming this way; I wonder why he has come away from the Piraeus,[47] for he is at present on guard there in the public service. It’s not for nothing; he’s coming in a hurry, too; I can’t imagine why he’s looking around in all directions. SCENE V. _Enter CHÆREA on the other side of the stage, in haste._ CHÆ. (_to himself._) I’m utterly undone! The girl is nowhere; nor do I know where I am myself, to have lost sight of her. Where to inquire for her, where to search for her, whom to ask, which way to turn, I’m at a loss. I have only this hope; wherever she is, she can not long be concealed. O what beauteous features! from this moment I banish all other women from my thoughts; I can not endure these every-day beauties. PAR. (_apart._) Why look, here’s the other one. He’s saying something, I don’t know what, about love. O unfortunate old man, {their father!} This assuredly is a youth, who, if he does begin, you will say that the other one was mere play and pastime, compared with what the madness of this one will cause. CHÆ. (_to himself, aloud._) May all the Gods and Goddesses confound that old fellow who detained me to-day, and me as well who stopped for him, and in fact troubled myself a straw about him. But see, here’s Parmeno. (_Addressing him._) Good-morrow to you. PAR. Why are you out of spirits, and why in {such} a hurry? Whence come you? CHÆ. What, I? I’faith, I neither know whence I’m come, nor whither I’m going; so utterly have I lost myself. PAR. How, pray? CHÆ. I’m in love. PAR. (_starting._) Ha! CHÆ. Now, Parmeno, you may show what sort of a man you are. You know that you often promised me {to this effect}: “Chærea, do you only find some {object} to fall in love with; I’ll make you sensible of my usefulness in such matters,” when I used to be storing up my father’s provisions for you on the sly in your little room.[48] PAR. To the point, {you} simpleton.