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~ Davus now made his appearance. The news he .

had to communicate brought Simo, already furious
with disappointment, to something like ‘madness:
“A stranger,” said the slave, ‘has just-:come, a
most respectable looking ‘nian, * who declares that
Glycerium is a free-born Athenian woman,’

Simo deigned to make no- answer.  “ Dromo,” he
said to another. of his slaves, “carry this’ scoundrel
off to prison. He shall learn not to play tricks on
his’ master; aye, and I have something to say to
Master Pamphilus himself.” In vain did Chremés °
remonstrate. The old man was quite beside himself
‘with passion, and the unlucky Davus was Hirricd off
to: punishment. . “

Pamphilus was the next to come in far a share of
the old man’s wrath. To a certain extent’ he con-
trived to turn it away by a soft answer. “At léast
Simo was persuaded to hear what the stranger. had
to say about the parentage of Glycerium. At first,
the interview seemed to promise little good. . Simo
roundly accused the stranger, whose name, by the'way,
was Crito, of having invented the whole story, in the
interests of Pamphilus. Thus challenged, Crito spoke
out, and told the whole story; not, however, without
being interrupted by exclamations of incredulity from
the angry old man. “Some years ago,” he said, “an
Athenian citizen was shipwrecked near Andros, but
managed to escape to land. He had with him a
little girl, the same person, I have discovered, as the