ld! for
thou can'st not stand it, so must sit down, though in my presence!--I
still kept my seat, and said nothing.--Thought I, this is a sad thing,
that I am hindered too from shewing my duty where it is most due, and
shall have anger there too, may be, if my dear master should be there
before me!--So she ate some soup, as did her kinsman; and then, as she
was cutting up a fowl, said, If thou longest, my little dear, I will
help thee to a pinion, or breast, or any thing. But may be, child, said
he, thou likest the rump; shall I bring it thee? And then laughed like
an idiot, for all he is a lord's son, and may be a lord himself.--For he
is the son of Lord ----; and his mother, who was Lord Davers's sister,
being dead, he has received what education he has, from Lord Davers's
direction. Poor wretch! for all his greatness! he'll ne'er die for a
plot--at least of his own hatching. If I could then have gone up, I
would have given you his picture. But, for one of 25 or 26 years of age,
much about the age of my dear master, he is a most odd mortal.

Pamela, said my lady, help me to a glass of wine. No, Beck, said she,
you shan't; for she was offering to do it. I will have my lady bride
confer that honour upon me; and then I shall see if she can stand up. I
was silent, and never stirred.

Dost hear, chastity? said she, help me to a glass of wine, when I bid
thee.--What! not stir? Then I'll come and help thee to one. Still I
stirred not, and, fanning myself, continued silent. Said she, When I
have asked thee, meek-one, half a dozen questions together, I suppose
thou wilt answer them all at once! Pretty creature, is not that it?

I was so vexed, I bit a piece of my fan out, not knowing what I did; but
still I said nothing, and did nothing but flutter it, and fan myself.

I believe, said she, my next question will make up half a dozen; and
then, modest one, I shall be entitled to an answer.

He rose and brought the bottle and glass; Come, said he, Mrs. Bride, be
pleased to help my lady, and I will be your deputy. Sir, replied I, it
is in a good hand; help my lady yourself.--Why, creature, said she, dost
thou think thyself above it?--And then flew into a passion:--Insolence!
continued she, this moment, when I bid you, know your duty, and give me
a glass of wine; or--

So I took a little spirit then--Thought I, I can but be beat.--If, said
I, to attend your ladyship at table, or even kneel at your feet, was
required of me, I