My good master came in again, and said, Well, thank my stars! these rakes
are going now; but I must set out with them, and I choose my chariot; for
if I took horse, I should have difficulty to part with them; for they are
like a snowball, and intend to gather company as they go, to make a merry
tour of it for some days together.
We both got up, when he came in: Fie, Pamela! said he; why this ceremony
now?--Sit still, Mrs. Jewkes.--Nay, sir, said she, I was loath to sit
down; but my lady would have me.--She is very right, Mrs. Jewkes, said my
master, and tapped me on the cheek; for we are but yet half married; and
so she is not above half your lady yet!--Don't look so down, don't be so
silent, my dearest, said he; why, you hardly spoke twenty words to me all
the time we were out together. Something I will allow for your bashful
sweetness; but not too much.--Mrs. Jewkes, have you no pleasant tales to
tell my Pamela, to make her smile, till I return?--Yes, sir, said she, I
could tell twenty pleasant stories; but my lady is too nice to hear them;
and yet, I hope, I should not be shocking neither. Ah! poor woman!
thought I; thy chastest stories will make a modest person blush, if I
know thee! and I desire to hear none of them.
My master said, Tell her one of the shortest you have, in my hearing.
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