But what pleased me much was, what I am going to tell you; for at table,
as Mrs. Jervis says, my master and her ladyship talking of me, she told
him she thought me the prettiest wench she ever saw in her life; and that
I was too pretty to live in a bachelor's house; since no lady he might
marry would care to continue me with her. He said, I was vastly
improved, and had a good share of prudence, and sense above my years; and
that it would be pity, that what was my merit should be my misfortune.--
No, says my good lady, Pamela shall come and live with me, I think. He
said, with all his heart; he should be glad to have me so well provided
for. Well, said she, I'll consult my lord about it. She asked how old I
was; and Mrs. Jervis said, I was fifteen last February. O! says she, if
the wench (for so she calls all us maiden servants) takes care of
herself, she'll improve yet more and more, as well in her person as mind.
Now, my dear father and mother, though this may look too vain to be
repeated by me; yet are you not rejoiced, as well as I, to see my master
so willing to part with me?--This shews that he has nothing bad in his
heart. But John is just going away; and so I have only to say, that I
am, and will always be,
Your honest as well as dutiful DAUGHTER.
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