And so, with my humble duty to you both, and
my dear Mr. B----'s kind remembrance, I rest
Your ever-dutiful and gratefully happy DAUGHTER.
Wednesday evening.
HONOURED FATHER AND MOTHER!
I will now proceed with my journal.
On Tuesday morning, my dear sir rode out, and brought with him to dinner,
Mr. Martin of the Grove, and Mr. Arthur, and Mr. Brooks, and one Mr.
Chambers; and he stept up to me, and said he had rode out too far to
return to breakfast; but he had brought with him some of his old
acquaintance, to dine with me. Are you sorry for it, Pamela? said he. I
remembered his lessons, and said No, sure, sir; I cannot be angry at any
thing you are pleased to do. Said he, You know Mr. Martin's character,
and have severely censured him in one of your letters, as one of my
brother rakes, and for his three lyings-in.
He then gave me the following account, how he came to bring them. Said
he, 'I met them all at Mr. Arthur's; and his lady asked me, if I was
really married? I said, Yes, really. And to whom? said Mr. Martin.
Why, replied I, bluntly, to my mother's waiting-maid. They could not
tell what to say to me hereupon, and looked one upon another. And I saw
I had spoiled a jest, from each.
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