You see, John, said I, your good master's indulgence. Well may I
forgive, that have so generous an example. I was always persuaded of
your honest intentions, if you had known how to distinguish between your
duty to your master, and your good-will to me: You will now have no more
puzzles on that account, from the goodness of your dear master. I shall
be but too happy I said the poor man. God bless your honour! God bless
you, madam!--I now have the joy of my soul, in serving you both; and I
will make the best of servants, to my power. Well, then, John, said I,
your wages will go on, as if you had not left your master: May I not say
so, sir? said I. Yes, surely, my dear, replied he; and augment them too,
if you find his duty to you deserves it. A thousand millions of thanks,
said the poor man: I am very well satisfied, and desire no augmentation.
And so he withdrew, overjoyed; and Mrs. Jervis and Mr. Longman were
highly pleased; for though they were incensed against him for his fault
to me, when matters looked badly for me, yet they, and all his fellow-
servants, always loved John.
When Mr. Longman and Mrs. Jervis had dined, they came in again, to know
if he had any commands; and my dear master, filling a glass of wine,
said, Longman, I am going to toast the happiest and honestest couple
in England, my dear Pamela's father and mother.
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