t, it should
be all new white-washed, and painted and lined; and a new pulpit-cloth,
cushion, desk, etc. and that it should always be kept in order for the
future. He told me the two Misses Darnford, and Lady Jones, would dine
with him on Sunday: And, with their servants and mine, said he, we shall
make a tolerable congregation. And, added he, have I not well contrived
to shew you that the chapel is really a little house of God, and has
been consecrated, before we solemnize our nuptials in it?--O, sir,
replied I, your goodness to me is inexpressible! Mr. Peters, said he,
offered to come and officiate in it; but would not stay to dine with
me, because he has company at his own house: and so I intend that divine
service shall be performed in it by one to whom I shall make some yearly
allowance, as a sort of chaplain.--You look serious, Pamela, added he:
I know you think of your friend Williams. Indeed, sir, said I, if you
won't be angry, I did. Poor man! I am sorry I have been the cause of his
disobliging you.

When we came to the meadow, where the gentry have their walk sometimes,
the coach stopt, and my master alighted, and led me to the brook-side,
and it is a very pretty summer walk. He asked my father, If he chose to
walk out, or go on in the coach to the farther end? He, poor man, chose
to go on in the coach, for fear, he said, any gentry should be walking
there; and he told me, he was most of the way upon his knees in the
coach, thanking God for his gracious mercies and goodness; and begging a
blessing upon my good master and me.

I was quite astonished, when we came into the shady walk, to see Mr.
Williams there. See there, said my master, there's poor Williams,
taking his solitary walk again, with his book. And, it seems, it was so
contrived; for Mr. Peters had been, as I since find, desired to tell him
to be in that walk at such an hour in the morning.

So, old acquaintance, said my master, again have I met you in this
place? What book are you now reading? He said, it was Boileau's Lutrin.
Said my master, You see I have brought with me my little fugitive,
that would have been: While you are perfecting yourself in French, I am
trying to learn English; and hope soon to be master of it.

Mine, sir, said he, is a very beautiful piece of French: but your
English has no equal.

You are very polite, Mr. Williams, said my master: And he that does not
think as you do, deserves no share in her. Why, Pamela, added he,