rich as I wish to be: and once more, my dear third bundle, I will hug
thee to my bosom. And I beg you'll say nothing of all this till I am
gone, that my master mayn't be so angry, but that I may go in peace; for
my heart, without other matters, will he ready to break to part with you
all.

Now, Mrs. Jervis, said I, as to one matter more: and that is my master's
last usage of me, before Mr. Longman.--Said she, Pr'ythee, dear Pamela,
step to my chamber, and fetch me a paper I left on my table. I have
something to shew you in it. I will, said I, and stepped down; but that
was only a fetch, to take the orders of my master, I found. It seems he
said, he thought two or three times to have burst out upon me; but he
could not stand it, and wished I might not know he was there. But I
tripped up again so nimbly, (for there was no paper,) that I just saw his
back, as if coming out of that green-room, and going into the next to it,
the first door that was open--I whipped in, and shut the door, and bolted
it. O Mrs. Jervis! said I, what have you done by me?--I see I can't
confide in any body. I am beset on all hands. Wretched, wretched
Pamela, where shalt thou expect a friend, if Mrs. Jervis joins to betray
thee thus? She made so many protestations, (telling me all, and that he
owned I had made him wipe his eyes two or three times, and said she hoped
it would have a good effect, and remembered me, that I had said nothing
but what would rather move compassion than resentment,) that I forgave
her. But O! that I was safe from this house! for never poor creature
sure was so flustered as I have been so many months together;--I am
called down from this most tedious scribble. I wonder what will next
befall Your dutiful DAUGHTER.

Mrs. Jervis says, she is sure I shall have the chariot to carry me home
to you. Though this will look too great for me, yet it will shew as if I