Thursday morning.
Somebody rapped at our chamber-door this morning, soon after it was
light: Mrs. Jewkes asked, who it was? My master said, Open the door,
Mrs. Jewkes! O, said I, for God's sake, Mrs. Jewkes, don't! Indeed,
said she, but I must. Then, said I, and clung about her, let me slip on
my clothes first. But he rapped again, and she broke from me; and I was
frightened out of my wits, and folded myself in the bed-clothes. He
entered, and said, What, Pamela, so fearful, after what passed yesterday
between us! O, sir, sir, said I, I fear my prayers have wanted their
wished effect! Pray, good sir, consider--He sat down on the bed-side,
and interrupted me; No need of your foolish fears; I shall say but a word
or two, and go away.
After you went up stairs, said he, I had an invitation to a ball, which
is to be this night at Stamford, on occasion of a wedding; and I am going
to call on Sir Simon, and his lady and daughters; for the bride is a
relation of theirs: so I shall not be at home till Saturday. I come,
therefore, to caution you, Mrs. Jewkes, before Pamela, (that she may not
wonder at being closer confined, than for these three or four days past,)
that nobody sees her, nor delivers any letter to her, in that space; for
a person has been seen lurking about, and inquiring after her, and I have
been well informed, that either Mrs.
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