Sit still, Pamela, said he, mind your work, for all me.--You don't tell
me I am welcome home, after my journey to Lincolnshire. It would be
hard, sir, said I, if you was not always welcome to your honour's own
house.
I would have gone; but he said, Don't run away, I tell you. I have a
word or two to say to you. Good sirs, how my heart went pit-a-pat! When
I was a little kind to you, said he, in the summer-house, and you carried
yourself so foolishly upon it, as if I had intended to do you great harm,
did I not tell you you should take no notice of what passed to any
creature? and yet you have made a common talk of the matter, not
considering either my reputation, or your own.--I made a common talk of
it, sir! said I: I have nobody to talk to, hardly.
He interrupted me, and said, Hardly! you little equivocator! what do you
mean by hardly? Let me ask you, have not you told Mrs. Jervis for one?
Pray your honour, said I, all in agitation, let me go down; for it is not
for me to hold an argument with your honour. Equivocator, again! said
he, and took my hand, what do you talk of an argument? Is it holding an
argument with me to answer a plain question? Answer me what I asked. O,
good sir, said I, let me beg you will not urge me farther, for fear I
forget myself again, and be saucy.
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