Here shall you, and my Pamela--Leave out my, I desire you, if you'd
have me sit patiently. No, replied he, I can't do that. Here shall you,
and my Pamela, go together in your chariot, if you please; and she will
then appear as one of your retinue; and your nephew and I will sometimes
ride, and sometimes go into my chariot, to your woman.
Should'st thou like this, creature? said she to me.--If your ladyship
think it not too great an honour for me, madam, said I. Yes, replied
she, but my ladyship does think it would be too great an honour.
Now I think of it, said he, this must not be neither; for, without you'd
give her the hand in your own chariot, my wife would be thought your
woman, and that must not be. Why, that would, may be, said she, be the
only inducement for me to bear her near me, in my chariot.--But, how
then?--Why then, when we came home, we'd get Lord Davers to come to us,
and stay a month or two.
And what if he was to come?--Why I would have you, as I know you have a
good fancy, give Pamela your judgment on some patterns I expect from
London, for clothes.--Provoking wretch! said she; now I wish I may keep
my hands to myself. I don't say it to provoke you, said he, nor ought it
to do so. But when I tell you I am married, is it not a consequence that
we must have new clothes?
Hast thou any more of these obliging things to say to me, friend? said
she.
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