On the contrary, I’m both now thinking of that, and have been about it all the time your father was speaking just now; and so far as I can perceive— CLITIPHO What? SYRUS It will not be wanting long. (He meditates.) CLITIPHO What is it, then? SYRUS It is this—I think that you are not their son. CLITIPHO How’s that, Syrus? Are you quite in your senses? SYRUS I’ll tell you what’s come into my mind; be you the judge. While they had you alone, while they had no other source of joy more nearly to affect them, they indulged you, they lavished upon you. Now a daughter has been found, a pretense has been found in fact on which to turn you adrift. CLITIPHO It’s very probable. SYRUS Do you suppose that he is so angry on account of this fault?