She was greatly moved at this, and the noble manner in which the dear
gentleman owned and repented of his faults; and gushed out into tears,
and said, No, don't yet go, Pamela, I beseech you. My passion has
carried me too far, a great deal; and, coming to me, she shook my hand,
and said, You must stay to hear me beg his pardon; and so took his hand.
--But, to my concern, (for I was grieved for her ladyship's grief,) he
burst from her; and went out of the parlour into the garden in a violent
rage, that made me tremble. Her ladyship sat down, and leaned her head
against my bosom, and made my neck wet with her tears, holding me by the
hands; and I wept for company.--Her kinsman walked up and down the
parlour in a sad fret; and going out afterwards, he came in, and said,
Mr. B---- has ordered his chariot to be got ready, and won't be spoken to
by any body. Where is he? said she.--Walking in the garden till it is
ready, replied he.
Well, said she, I have indeed gone too far. I was bewitched! And now,
said she, malicious as he calls me, will he not forgive me for a
twelvemonth: for I tell you, Pamela, if ever you offend, he will not
easily forgive. I was all delighted, though sad, to see her ladyship so
good to me. Will you venture, said she, to accompany me to him?--Dare
you follow a lion in his retreats?--I'll attend your ladyship, said I,
wherever you command.
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