poor man: Pray, gentlemen, don't be angry: my heart's almost broken.--He
never gives any thing at the door, I assure you, says one of the grooms;
so you lose your labour. I am not a beggar yet, said the poor old man; I
want nothing of him, but my Pamela:--O my child! my child!

I'll be hanged, says one of them, if this is not Mrs. Pamela's father.--
Indeed, indeed, said he, wringing his hands, I am; and weeping, Where is
my child? Where is my Pamela?--Why, father, said one of them, we beg
your pardon; but she is gone home to you: How long have you been come
from home?--O! but last night, said he; I have travelled all night: Is
the 'squire at home, or is he not?--Yes, but he is not stirring though,
said the groom, as yet. Thank God for that! said he; thank God for that!
Then I hope I may be permitted to speak to him anon. They asked him to
go in, and he stepped into the stable, and sat down on the stairs there,
wiping his eyes, and sighing so sadly, that it grieved the servants to
hear him.

The family was soon raised with a report of Pamela's father coming to
inquire after his daughter; and the maids would fain have had him go into
the kitchen. But Mrs. Jervis, having been told of his coming, arose, and
hastened down to her parlour, and took him in with her, and there heard
all his sad story, and read the letter. She wept bitterly, but yet
endeavoured, before him, to hide her concern; and said, Well, Goodman
Andrews, I cannot help weeping at your grief; but I hope there is no
occasion. Let nobody see this letter, whatever you do. I dare say your
daughter is safe.

Well, but, said he, I see you, madam, know nothing about her:--If all was
right, so good a gentlewoman as you are, would not have been a stranger
to this. To be sure you thought she was with me!