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He held out his hand for the paper, but Pamela did not give it to him. "I'm afraid you'll think it awfully high, Conrad," she said, in a deprecating tone. "You see it has been running a long time since the Christmas before dear Edward's death, in fact. I have paid Theodore sums on account in the meanwhile, but those seem to go for very little against the total of her bill.
Sit still, Pamela, said he, mind your work, for all me. You don't tell me I am welcome home, after my journey to Lincolnshire. It would be hard, sir, said I, if you was not always welcome to your honour's own house. I would have gone; but he said, Don't run away, I tell you. I have a word or two to say to you. Good sirs, how my heart went pit-a-pat!
There, sir, said she; you always said Mrs. Pamela was a great writer; but I never could get at any thing of hers before. He took them; and, without coming to me, went down to the parlour again. And what with the gipsy affair, and what with this, I could not think of going down to dinner; and she told him that too; and so I suppose I shall have him up stairs, as soon as his company is gone.
'I was only Pamela, and 'twas cheaper, I thought, to send me to the Plantations than to marry me. 'And Lord Almeric offered you marriage? 'I might have been my lady, she cried in bitter abasement. 'Yes. 'And you accepted him? 'Yes! Yes, I accepted him. 'And then 'Pon honour, ma'am, you are good at surprises. I fear I don't follow the course of events, Sir George said icily.
I assure you, said he, she has not opened her lips about you. We have had a quite different subject to talk of; and I hope she will forgive us both: You especially she must; because you have done nothing but by my orders. But I only mean, that the necessary consequence of those orders has been very grievous to my Pamela: And now comes our part to make her amends, if we can.
Miss Liston had gone upstairs, and I watched the scene from the window of the smoking room. At last, at the end of the long walk, just where the laurel-bushes mark the beginning of the shrubberies on the threshold of the scene of his crime Pamela turned round suddenly and faced the repentant sinner.
Now, you will say, all his wickedness appear'd plainly. I burst from him, and was getting out of the summer-house, but he held me back, and shut the door. I would have given my life for a farthing. And he said, "I'll do you no harm, Pamela; don't be afraid of me." I sobb'd and cry'd most sadly. "What a foolish hussy you are!" said he. "Have I done you any harm?"
Old Mrs. Hagan was, luckily, very ill at this time; and her disease, and the incidents connected with it, a great blessing to us. Then we had his Majesty's approaching marriage, about which there was a talk. Richardson, the author of Pamela and Clarissa, whose works we all admired exceedingly.
"If you want to keep friends with him for any reason, I don't bear him any ill-will." "I just want to talk to him," Pamela murmured, "that's all."
He helped me from the fence, sent the bulldogs rolling sure enough he did kick them, and they didn't like it either took my hand and led me straight into the house, and the Princess was there, and a woman who was her mother no doubt, and he said: "Pamela, here is our little neighbour, and she says she's in trouble, and she thinks you may be of some assistance to her.
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