ill I return?--Yes, sir,
said she, I could tell twenty pleasant stories; but my lady is too nice
to hear them; and yet, I hope, I should not be shocking neither. Ah!
poor woman! thought I; thy chastest stories will make a modest person
blush, if I know thee! and I desire to hear none of them.

My master said, Tell her one of the shortest you have, in my hearing.
Why, sir, said she, I knew a bashful young lady, as madam may be,
married to--Dear Mrs. Jewkes, interrupted I, no more of your story, I
beseech you; I don't like the beginning of it. Go on, Mrs. Jewkes, said
my master. No, pray, sir, don't require it, said I, pray don't. Well,
said he, then we'll have it another time, Mrs. Jewkes.

Abraham coming in to tell him the gentlemen were going, and that his
chariot was ready; I am glad of that, said he; and went to them, and set
out with them.

I took a turn in the garden with Mrs. Jewkes, after they were gone: And
having walked a while, I said, I should be glad of her company down the
elm-walk, to meet the chariot: For, O! I know not how to look up at him,
when he is with me; nor how to bear his absence, when I have reason to
expect him: What a strange contradiction there is in this unaccountable
passion.

What a different aspect every thing in and about this house bears now,
to my thinking, to what it once had! The garden, the pond, the alcove,
the elm-walk. But, oh! my prison is become my palace; and no wonder
every thing wears another face!

We sat down upon the broad stile, leading towards the road; and Mrs.
Jewkes was quite another person to me, to what she was the last time I
sat there.

At last my best beloved returned, and alighted there. What, my Pamela!
(and Mrs. Jewkes then left me,) What (said he, and kissed me) brings
you this way? I hope to meet me.--Yes, sir, said I. That's kind, indeed,
said he; but why that averted eye?--that downcast countenance, as if you
was afraid of me? You must not think so, sir, said I. Revive my heart
then, said he, with a more cheerful aspect; and let that over-anxious
solicitude, which appears in the most charming face in the world, be
chased from it.--Have you, my dear girl any fears that I can dissipate;
any doubts that I can obviate; any hopes that I can encourage; any
request that I can gratify?--Speak, my dear Pamela; and if I have power,
but speak, and to purchase one smile, it shall be done!

I cannot, sir, said I, have any fears, any doubts, but that I shall