And he said, Mr. Andrews, I told you yesterday that the divine you saw
was not Mr. Williams; I now tell you, this gentleman is: and though I
have been telling him, I think not myself obliged to his intentions; yet
I will own that Pamela and you are; and though I won't promise to love
him, I would have you.
Sir, said Mr. Williams, you have a way of overcoming, that hardly all my
reading affords an instance of; and it is the more noble, as it is on
this side, as I presume, the happy ceremony, which, great as your fortune
is, will lay you under an obligation to so much virtue and beauty, when
the lady becomes yours; for you will then have a treasure that princes
might envy you.
Said my generous master, (God bless him!) Mr. Williams, it is impossible
that you and I should long live at variance, when our sentiments agree so
well together, on subjects the most material.
I was quite confounded; and my master, seeing it, took my hand, and said,
Look up, my good girl; and collect yourself.--Don't injure Mr. Williams
and me so much, as to think we are capping compliments, as we used to do
verses at school. I dare answer for us both, that we say not a syllable
we don't think.
O sir, said I, how unequal am I to all this goodness! Every moment that
passes adds to the weight of the obligations you oppress me with.
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