The family was soon raised with a report of Pamela's father coming to
inquire after his daughter; and the maids would fain have had him go into
the kitchen. But Mrs. Jervis, having been told of his coming, arose, and
hastened down to her parlour, and took him in with her, and there heard
all his sad story, and read the letter. She wept bitterly, but yet
endeavoured, before him, to hide her concern; and said, Well, Goodman
Andrews, I cannot help weeping at your grief; but I hope there is no
occasion. Let nobody see this letter, whatever you do. I dare say your
daughter is safe.
Well, but, said he, I see you, madam, know nothing about her:--If all was
right, so good a gentlewoman as you are, would not have been a stranger
to this. To be sure you thought she was with me!
Said she, My master does not always inform his servants of his
proceedings; but you need not doubt his honour. You have his hand for
it: And you may see he can have no design upon her, because he is not
from hence, and does not talk of going hence. O that is all I have to
hope for! said he; that is all, indeed!--But, said he--and was going on,
when the report of his coming had reached the 'squire, who came down, in
his morning-gown and slippers, into the parlour, where he and Mrs.
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