Jewkes.--There, said he, take
up that fallen angel!--Once I thought her as innocent as an angel of
light but I have now no patience with her. The little hypocrite
prostrates herself thus, in hopes to move my weakness in her favour, and
that I'll raise her from the floor myself. But I shall not touch her:
No, said he, cruel gentleman as he was! let such fellows as Williams be
taken in by her artful wiles! I know her now, and see she is for any
fool's turn, that will be caught by her.
I sighed, as if my heart would break!--And Mrs. Jewkes lifted me up upon
my knees; for I trembled so, I could not stand. Come, said she, Mrs.
Pamela, learn to know your best friend; confess your unworthy behaviour,
and beg his honour's forgiveness of all your faults. I was ready to
faint: And he said, She is mistress of arts, I'll assure you; and will
mimic a fit, ten to one, in a minute.
I was struck to the heart at this; but could not speak presently; only
lifted up my eyes to heaven!--And at last made shift to say--God forgive
you, sir!--He seemed in a great passion, and walked up and down the room,
casting sometimes an eye upon me, and seeming as if he would have spoken,
but checked himself--And at last he said, When she has acted this her
first part over, perhaps I will see her again, and she shall soon know
what she has to trust to.
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