Lord, thought I, be good to the poor Pamela! More trials still!--What
will befall me next?

The farmer's wife, and maid, and daughter, came out; and the wife said,
What brings you this way at this time of night, Mr. Robert? And with a
lady too?--Then I began to be frightened out of my wits; and laying
middle and both ends together, I fell a crying, and said, God give me
patience! I am undone for certain!--Pray, mistress, said I, do you know
'Squire B----, of Bedfordshire?

The wicked coachman would have prevented the answering me; but the simple
daughter said, Know his worship! yes, surely! why he is my father's
landlord.--Well, said I, then I am undone; undone for ever!--O, wicked
wretch! what have I done to you, said I to the coachman, to serve me
thus?--Vile tool of a wicked master!--Faith, said the fellow, I am sorry
this task was put upon me; but I could not help it. But make the best of
it now; here are very civil reputable folks; and you'll be safe here,
I'll assure you.--Let me get out, said I, and I'll walk back to the town
we came through, late as it is:--For I will not enter here.

Said the farmer's wife, You'll be very well used here, I'll assure you,
young gentlewoman, and have better conveniences than any where in the
village. I matter not conveniences, said I: I am betrayed and undone!
As you have a daughter of your own, pity me, and let me know if your
landlord, as you call him, be here!--No, I'll assure you he is not, said
she.

And then came the farmer, a good-like sort of man, grave, and well-
behaved; and spoke to me in such sort, as made me a little pacified; and