Well, at last he rung the bell: O, thought I, that it was my passing-
bell! Mrs. Jervis went up, with a full heart enough, poor good woman!
He said, Where's Pamela? Let her come up, and do you come with her. She
came to me: I was ready to go with my feet; but my heart was with my dear
father and mother, wishing to share your poverty and happiness. I went
up, however.

O how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts,
while poor innocents stand like malefactors before them!

He looked so stern, that my heart failed me, and I wished myself any
where but there, though I had before been summoning up all my courage.
Good Heaven, said I to myself, give me courage to stand before this
naughty master! O soften him, or harden me!

Come in, fool, said he, angrily, as soon as he saw me; (and snatched my
hand with a pull;) you may well be ashamed to see me, after your noise
and nonsense, and exposing me as you have done. I ashamed to see you!
thought I: Very pretty indeed!--But I said nothing.

Mrs. Jervis, said he, here you are both together. Do you sit down; but
let her stand, if she will. Ay, thought I, if I can; for my knees beat
one against the other. Did you not think, when you saw the girl in the
way you found her in, that I had given her the greatest occasion for
complaint, that could possibly be given to a woman? And that I had
actually ruined her, as she calls it? Tell me, could you think any thing
less? Indeed, said she, I feared so at first. Has she told you what I
did to her, and all I did to her, to occasion all this folly, by which my
reputation might have suffered in your opinion, and in that of all the