--O what halcyon days are
these! God continue them!--A change would kill me quite.
He went out in his chariot in the afternoon; and in the evening returned,
and sent me word, he would be glad of my company for a little walk in the
garden; and down I went that very moment.
He came to meet me. So, says he, how does my dear girl do now?--Whom do
you think I have seen since I have been out?--I don't know, sir, said I.
Why, said he, there is a turning in the road, about five miles off, that
goes round a meadow, that has a pleasant foot-way, by the side of a
little brook, and a double row of limes on each side, where now and then
the gentry in the neighbourhood walk, and angle, and divert themselves.--
I'll shew it you next opportunity.--And I stept out of my chariot, to
walk across this meadow, and bid Robin meet me with it on the further
part of it: And whom should I 'spy there, walking, with a book in his
hand, reading, but your humble servant Mr. Williams! Don't blush,
Pamela, said he. As his back was towards me, I thought I would speak to
the man: and, before he saw me, I said, How do you, old acquaintance?
(for, said he, you know we were of one college for a twelvemonth.) I
thought the man would have jumped into the brook, he gave such a start at
hearing my voice, and seeing me.
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