About one o'clock my master came up again, and he said, Will you come
down to dinner, Pamela, when I send for you? Whatever you command, sir,
I must do. But my lady won't desire to see me. No matter whether she
will or no. But I will not suffer, that she shall prescribe her insolent
will to my wife, and in your own house too.--I will, by my tenderness to
you, mortify her pride; and it cannot be done so well as to her face.
Dearest sir, said I, pray indulge me, and let me dine here by myself. It
will make my lady but more inveterate.--Said he, I have told her we are
married. She is out of all patience about it, and yet pretends not to
believe it. Upon that I tell her, Then she shall have it her own way,
and that I am not. And what has she to do with it either way? She has
scolded and begged, commanded and prayed, blessed me, and cursed me, by
turns, twenty times in these few hours. And I have sometimes soothed
her, sometimes raged; and at last left her, and took a turn in the garden
for an hour to compose myself, because you should not see how the foolish
woman has ruffled me; and just now I came out, seeing her coming in.
Just as he had said so, I cried, Oh! my lady, my lady! for I heard her
voice in the chamber, saying, Brother, brother, one word with you--
stopping in sight of the closet where I was.
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