ARGANTE, GÉRONTE, NÉRINE, SILVESTRE.

GER
What! you here, Nérine?

NER
(on her knees before GÉRONTE). Ah! Mr. Pandolphe, how....

GER
Call me Géronte, and do not use the other name any more. The reasons which forced me to take it at Tarentum exist no longer.

NER
Alas! what sorrow that change of name has caused us; what troubles and difficulties in trying to find you out!

GER
And where are my daughter and her mother?

NER
Your daughter, Sir, is not far from here; but before I go to fetch her, I must ask you to forgive me for having married her, because of the forsaken state we found ourselves in, when we had no longer any hope of meeting you.

GER
My daughter is married?

NER
Yes, Sir.
GER
And to whom?

NER
To a young man, called Octave, the son of a certain Mr. Argante.

GER
O Heaven!

ARG
What an extraordinary coincidence.

GER
Take us quickly where she is.

NER
You have but to come into this house.

GER
Go in first; follow me, follow me, Mr. Argante.

SIL
(alone). Well, this is a strange affair.