O luck! O great good luck! How suddenly have you heaped your choicest gifts on my master Antipho this day! _Ant._ [_apart_]. What can he mean? _Ge._ And freed us all from fear! But what am I stopping here for? I'll throw my cloak over my shoulder and hurry up and find the man, that he may know how things have turned out. _Ant._ [_aside_]. Do you know what this fellow is talking about? _Pho._ No, do you? _Ant._ No. _Pho._ No more do I. _Ge._ I'll run over to Dorio's house. They are there now. _Ant._ [_calling_]. Hello, Geta! _Ge._ [_without looking back_]. Hello yourself! That's an old trick, to call a fellow back when he's started to run. _Ant._ I say, Geta! _Ge._ Keep it up; you won't catch me with your mean trick. _Ant._ Won't you stop? _Ge._ You go hang. _Ant._ That's what will happen to you, you rogue, unless you hold on. _Ge._ This fellow must be one of the family by the way he threatens. But isn't it the man I'm after--the very man? Come here right off. _Ant._ What is it? _Ge._ O, of all men alive you are the luckiest! There's no doubt about it, Antipho, you are the pet child of heaven. _Ant._ I wish I were. But please tell me how I am to believe it. _Ge._ Isn't it enough if I say that you are fairly dripping with joy? _Ant._ You're just killing me. _Pho._ [_coming forward_]. Why don't you quit your big talk, Geta, and tell us your news. _Ge._ O, you were there, were you, Phormio? _Pho._ Yes, I was; but hurry up. _Ge._ Well, then, listen. Just now, after we gave you the money in the Forum, we went straight home; and then my master sent me in to your wife. _Ant._ What for? _Ge._ Never mind that now, Antipho; it has nothing to do with this story. When I am about to enter the woman's apartments, the slave-boy Mida runs up to me, plucks me by the coat and pulls me back. I look around, and ask him what he does that for; he says, it's against orders for any one to go to the young mistress. "Sophrona has just taken the old man's brother Chremes in there," he says, "and he's in there with 'em now." As soon as I heard that, I tiptoed toward the door of the room--got there, stood still, held my breath and put my ear to the key-hole. So I listened as hard as I could to catch what they said. _Ant._ Good for you, Geta! _Ge._ And then I heard the finest piece of news. I declare I almost shouted for joy! _Ant._ What for? _Ge._ What do you think? _Ant._ I haven't the slightest idea. _Ge._ But, I tell you, it was the grandest thing! Your uncle turns out to be--the father of--Phanium--your wife! _Ant._ What? How can that be? _Ge._ He lived with her mother secretly in Lemnos. _Pho._ Nonsense! Wouldn't the girl have known her own father? _Ge._ Be sure there's some explanation of it, Phormio. You don't suppose that I could hear everything that passed between them, from outside the door? _Ant._ Now I think of it, I too have had some hint of that story. _Ge._ Now