write; for 'tis what I insisted upon, for my own reputation; and I shan't
stir from this house, I assure you, till she is heard from, and that to
your satisfaction. God bless your honour, said the poor man, as you say
and mean truth! Amen, Amen, Goodman Andrews, said he: you see I am not
afraid to say Amen. So, Mrs. Jervis, make the good man as welcome as you
can; and let me have no uproar about the matter.

He then, whispering her, bid her give him a couple of guineas to bear his
charges home; telling him, he should be welcome to stay there till the
letter came, if he would, and be a witness, that he intended honourably,
and not to stir from his house for one while.

The poor old man staid and dined with Mrs. Jervis, with some tolerable
ease of mind, in hopes to hear from his beloved daughter in a few days;
and then accepting the present, returned for his own house, and resolved
to be as patient as possible.

Meantime Mrs. Jervis, and all the family, were in the utmost grief for
the trick put upon the poor Pamela; and she and the steward represented
it to their master in as moving terms as they durst; but were forced to
rest satisfied with his general assurances of intending her no harm;
which, however, Mrs. Jervis little believed, from the pretence he had
made in his letter, of the correspondence between Pamela and the young
parson; which she knew to be all mere invention, though she durst not say
so.

But the week after, they were made a little more easy by the following
letter brought by an unknown hand, and left for Mrs. Jervis, which, how
procured, will be shewn in the sequel.