I see there is no mercy to be
expected from you.

Just now, my master being come up, she went to him upon the stairs, and
gave him my papers. There, sir, said she; you always said Mrs. Pamela
was a great writer; but I never could get at any thing of hers before.
He took them; and, without coming to me, went down to the parlour again.
And what with the gipsy affair, and what with this, I could not think
of going down to dinner; and she told him that too; and so I suppose I
shall have him up stairs, as soon as his company is gone.

Saturday, six o'clock.

My master came up, and, in a pleasanter manner than I expected,
said, So, Pamela, we have seized, it seems, your treasonable papers?
Treasonable! said I, very sullenly. Ay, said he, I suppose so; for you
are a great plotter: but I have not read them yet.

Then, sir, said I, very gravely, it will be truly honourable in you not
to read them; but to give them to me again. To whom, says he, are they
written?--To my father, sir; but I suppose you see to whom.--Indeed,
returned he, I have not read three lines yet. Then, pray, sir, don't
read them; but give them to me again. That I will not, said he, till
I have read them. Sir, said I, you served me not well in the letters
I used to write formerly: I think it was not worthy your character
to contrive to get them in your hands, by that false John Arnold! for
should such a gentleman as you mind what your poor servant writes?--Yes,
said he, by all means, mind what such a servant as my Pamela writes.

Your Pamela! thought I. Then the sham marriage came into my head; and
indeed it has not been out of it, since the gipsy affair.--But, said
he, have you any thing in these papers you would not have me see? To
be sure, sir, said I, there is; for what one writes to one's father and
mother, is not for every body to see. Nor, said he, am I every body.

Those letters, added he, that I did see by John's means, were not to
your disadvantage, I'll assure you; for they gave me a very high opinion
of your wit and innocence: And if I had not loved you, do you think I
would have troubled myself about your letters?

Alas! sir, said I, great pride to me that! For they gave you such an
opinion of my innocence, that you was resolved to ruin me. And what
advantage have they brought me!--Who have been made a prisoner, and used
as I have been between you and your housekeeper.

Why, Pamela, said he, a little seriously, why this behaviour, for my