Pamela, Or Virtue Rewarded

I coloured up to the ears at this word: but said, Yet, if I was the lady

of birth, and he would offer to be rude first, as he has twice done to

poor me, I don't know whether I would have him: For she that can bear an

insult of that kind, I should think not worthy to be a gentleman's wife:

any more than he would be a gentleman that would offer it.

Nay, now, Pamela, said she, thou carriest thy notions a great way. Well,

dear Mrs. Jervis, said I, very seriously, for I could not help it, I am

more full of fears than ever. I have only to beg of you, as one of the

best friends I have in the world, to say nothing of my asking to

stay. To say my master likes me, when I know what end he aims at, is

abomination to my ears; and I shan't think myself safe till I am at my

poor father's and mother's.

She was a little angry with me, till I assured her that I had not the

least uneasiness on her account, but thought myself safe under her

protection and friendship. And so we dropt the discourse for that time.

I hope to have finished this ugly waistcoat in two days; after which

I have only some linen to get up, and shall then let you know how

I contrive as to my passage; for the heavy rains will make it sad

travelling on foot: but may be I may get a place to which is ten miles

of the way, in farmer Nichols's close cart; for I can't sit a horse well

at all, and may be nobody will be suffered to see me on upon the way.

But I hope to let you know more. From, etc.

LETTER XXII

MY DEAR FATHER AND MOTHER,

All my fellow-servants have now some notion that I am to go away; but

can't imagine for what. Mrs. Jervis tells them, that my father and

mother, growing in years, cannot live without me; and so I go home to

them, to help to comfort their old age; but they seem not to believe it.

What they found it out by was; the butler heard him say to me, as I

passed by him, in the entry leading to the hall, Who's that? Pamela,

sir, said I. Pamela! said he, How long are you to stay here?--Only,

please your honour, said I, till I have done the waistcoat; and it

is almost finished.--You might, says he, (very roughly indeed,) have

finished that long enough ago, I should have thought. Indeed, and please

your honour, said I, I have worked early and late upon it; there is a

great deal of work in it.--Work in it! said he; You mind your pen more

than your needle; I don't want such idle sluts to stay in my house.