The grooms were the first he saw, coming out to water their horses; and
he asked, in so distressful a manner, what was become of Pamela, that
they thought him crazy: and said, Why, what have you to do with Pamela,
old fellow? Get out of the horses' way.--Where is your master? said the
poor man: Pray, gentlemen, don't be angry: my heart's almost broken.--He
never gives any thing at the door, I assure you, says one of the grooms;
so you lose your labour. I am not a beggar yet, said the poor old man; I
want nothing of him, but my Pamela:--O my child! my child!
I'll be hanged, says one of them, if this is not Mrs. Pamela's father.--
Indeed, indeed, said he, wringing his hands, I am; and weeping, Where is
my child? Where is my Pamela?--Why, father, said one of them, we beg
your pardon; but she is gone home to you: How long have you been come
from home?--O! but last night, said he; I have travelled all night: Is
the 'squire at home, or is he not?--Yes, but he is not stirring though,
said the groom, as yet. Thank God for that! said he; thank God for that!
Then I hope I may be permitted to speak to him anon. They asked him to
go in, and he stepped into the stable, and sat down on the stairs there,
wiping his eyes, and sighing so sadly, that it grieved the servants to
hear him.
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