Here was John, as I said, and the poor man came to me, with Mrs. Jewkes,
who whispered, that I would say nothing about the shoes, for my own sake,
as she said. The poor man saw my distress, by my red eyes, and my hagged
looks, I suppose; for I have had a sad time of it, you must needs think;
and though he would have hid it, if he could, yet his own eyes ran over.
Oh, Mrs. Pamela; said he; Oh, Mrs. Pamela! Well, honest fellow-servant,
said I, I cannot help it at present: I am obliged to your honesty and
kindness, to be sure; and then he wept more. Said I, (for my heart was
ready to break to see his grief; for it is a touching thing to see a man
cry), Tell me the worst! Is my master coming? No, no, said he, and
sobbed.--Well, said I, is there any news of my poor father and mother?
How do they do?--I hope well, said he, I know nothing to the contrary.
There is no mishap, I hope, to Mrs. Jervis or to Mr. Longman, or my
fellow-servants!--No--said he, poor man! with a long N--o, as if his
heart would burst. Well, thank God then! said I.
The man's a fool, said Mrs. Jewkes, I think: What ado is here! Why, sure
thou'rt in love, John. Dost thou not see young madam is well? What ails
thee, man? Nothing at all, said he; but I am such a fool as to cry for
joy to see good Mrs.
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