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.