THE GIRL OF ANDROS. 323

- Ihe Nurse. “You mean to say you don’t know?”

Da. “ Never mind whether I know or not; answer
_ my question.”

Nurse. “Why, it is the child of your own—” .

Da.“ My own what?”

Nurse. “Your own master Pamphilus.”

- Da. “Oh! I daresay. I know where it came from.
Take the brat away, or it will be the worse for you.”

Nurse. “Ts the man sober?”

: Da. “The next thing will be that we shall be told
that the mother is Athenian born.”

Chremes. “ A pretty mess I have nearly been get-
ting into!”

Da. (pretending to become aware of his presence).
‘“‘O Chremes! you here? What ought to be done to
this wicked woman?”

Chr. “I know the whole story. Is Simo at home?”

. Saying this, he entered the house. As soon as he
was out of sight Davus explained his action to the
nurse. “Don’t you understand,” he said, “that this
is Philumena’s father? This was the only way of
frightening him off the new marriage.”

Chremes meanwhile had finally broken off the
match. “I was willing,” he said, “to do the best I
could for your son. I risked my daughter’s happi-
ness on the chance; but knowing what I know, I
can’t go on. The young man has another attach-
ment, and I hear, too, that the woman is a native
Athenian. Consider the other affair is at an end.”