Ay, said I, but who can help constitution? I dare say you would
no more be so discomposed, that I can help it.--Said she, Indeed, madam,
if it was to me, I would put on an air as mistress of the house, as you
are, and go and salute her ladyship, and bid her welcome. Ay, ay,
replied I, fine talking!--But how unlucky this is, your good master is
not at home!
What answer shall I give her, said she, to her desiring to see you?--Tell
her, said I, I am sick a-bed; I'm dying, and must not be disturbed; I'm
gone out--or any thing.
But her woman came up to me just as I had uttered this, and said, How do
you do, Mrs. Pamela? My lady desires to speak to you. So I must go.--
Sure she won't beat me!--Oh that my dear protector was at home!
Well, now I will tell you all that happened in this frightful interview.
--And very bad it was.
I went down, dressed as I was, and my gloves on, and my fan in my hand,
to be just ready to step into the chariot, when I could get away; and I
thought all my trembling fits had been over now; but I was mistaken; for
I trembled sadly. Yet resolved to put on as good an air as I could.
So I went to the parlour, and said, making a very low courtesy, Your
servant, my good lady! And your servant again, said she, my lady, for I
think you are dressed out like one.
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