I wish it, and pray it may be so,
for his own dear sake!
Wednesday, the seventh.
When I arose in the morning, I went to wait on Lady Davers, seeing her
door open; and she was in bed, but awake, and talking to her woman. I
said, I hope I don't disturb your ladyship. Not at all, said she; I am
glad to see you. How do you do? Well, added she, when do you set out
for Bedfordshire?--I said, I can't tell, madam; it was designed as to-
day, but I have heard no more of it.
Sit down, said she, on the bed-side.--I find, by the talk we had
yesterday and last night, you have had but a poor time of it, Pamela, (I
must call you so yet, said she,) since you were brought to this house,
till within these few days. And Mrs. Jewkes too has given Beck such an
account, as makes me pity you.
Indeed, madam, said I, if your ladyship knew all, you would pity me; for
never poor creature was so hard put to it. But I ought to forget it all
now, and be thankful.
Why, said she, as far as I can find, 'tis a mercy you are here now. I
was sadly moved with some part of your story and you have really made a
noble defence, and deserve the praises of all our sex.
It was God enabled me, madam, replied I. Why, said she, 'tis the more
extraordinary, because I believe, if the truth was known, you loved the
wretch not a little.
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