When breakfast was over, my master said, before Abraham, Well, gentlemen,
we will step into the chapel; and you must give me your advice, as to the
alterations I design. I am in the more haste, because the survey you are
going to take of it, for the alterations, will take up a little time; and
we shall have but a small space between that and dinner, for the little
tour I design to make.--Pamela, you'll give us your opinion, won't you?
Yes, sir, said I; I'll come after you.
So they went out, and I sat down in the chair again, and fanned myself: I
am sick at heart, said I, I think, Mrs. Jewkes. Said she, Shall I fetch
you a little cordial?--No, said I, I am a sad fool! I want spirits,
that's all. She took her smelling-bottle, and would have given it me:
but I said, Keep it in your hand; may be I shall want it: but I hope not.
She gave me very good words, and begged me to go: And I got up; but my
knees beat so against one another, I was forced to sit down again. But,
at last, I held by her arm, and passing by Abraham, I said, This ugly
slip, coming down stairs, has made me limp, though; so I must hold by
you, Mrs. Jewkes. Do you know what alterations there are to be in the
chapel, that we must all give our opinions of them?
Nan, she told me, was let into the secret; and she had ordered her to
stay at the chapel door, to see that nobody came in.
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