Pamela, Or Virtue Rewarded
Page 29My dear Pamela, said she, and kissed me, I don't know how I should act,
or what I should think. I hope I should act as you do. But I know nobody
else that would. My master is a fine gentleman; he has a great deal of
wit and sense, and is admired, as I know, by half a dozen ladies, who
would think themselves happy in his addresses. He has a noble estate;
and yet I believe he loves my good maiden, though his servant, better
than all the ladies in the land; and he has tried to overcome it,
because you are so much his inferior; and 'tis my opinion he finds he
can't; and that vexes his proud heart, and makes him resolve you shan't
Well, but, Mrs. Jervis, said I, let me ask you, if he can stoop to like
such a poor girl as me, as perhaps he may, (for I have read of things
almost as strange, from great men to poor damsels,) What can it be
for?--He may condescend, perhaps, to think I may be good enough for his
harlot; and those things don't disgrace men that ruin poor women, as the
world goes. And so if I was wicked enough, he would keep me till I was
undone, and till his mind changed; for even wicked men, I have read,
soon grow weary of wickedness with the same person, and love variety.
abandoned creature, and every body would despise her; ay, and justly
too, Mrs. Jervis; for she that can't keep her virtue, ought to live in
disgrace. But, Mrs. Jervis, I continued, let me tell you, that I hope, if I was
sure he would always be kind to me, and never turn me off at all, that I
shall have so much grace, as to hate and withstand his temptations, were
he not only my master, but my king: and that for the sin's sake. This
my poor dear parents have always taught me; and I should be a sad wicked
creature indeed, if, for the sake of riches or favour, I should forfeit
because I can so contentedly return to my poverty again, and think it
a less disgrace to be obliged to wear rags, and live upon rye-bread and
water, as I used to do, than to be a harlot to the greatest man in the
world. Mrs. Jervis lifted up her hands, and had her eyes full of tears.
God bless you, my dear love! said she; you are my admiration and
delight.--How shall I do to part with you!