n neither side, were idle in the Scuffle, nor have left
us any Doubt of each other as to that matter.

_Friday Morning._

My Master sent for Mrs. _Jervis_ as soon as he was up, and bid her
give an Account of the Plate and Linnen in her Care; and told her, he
was resolved that both she and the little Gipsy (I'll assure him)
should set out together. Mrs. _Jervis_ made him a saucy Answer; which
any Servant of Spirit, you know, would, tho' it should be one's Ruin;
and came immediately in Tears to me, crying, she had lost her Place
on my Account, and that she should be forced to take to a House, as I
mentioned before; and that she hoped I would, at least, make her all
the amends in my power, for her Loss on my Account, and come to her
House whenever I was sent for. Never fear, says I, I'll warrant we
are not so near being turned away, as you imagine; and, i'cod, now it
comes into my Head, I have a Fetch for him, and you shall assist me
in it. But it being now late, and my Letter pretty long, no more at
present from

_Your Dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER VII.

_Mrs._ LUCRETIA JERVIS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Madam_,

Miss _Sham_ being set out in a Hurry for my Master's House in
_Lincolnshire_, desired me to acquaint you with the Success of her
Stratagem, which was to dress herself in the plain Neatness of a
Farmer's Daughter, for she before wore the Cloaths of my late
Mistress, and to be introduced by me as a Stranger to her Master. To
say the Truth, she became the Dress extremely, and if I was to keep a
House a thousand Years, I would never desire a prettier Wench in it.

As soon as my Master saw her, he immediately threw his Arms round her
Neck, and smothered her with Kisses (for indeed he hath but very
little to say for himself to a Woman.) He swore that _Pamela_ was an
ugly Slut, (pardon, dear Madam, the Coarseness of the Expression)
compared to such divine Excellence. He added, he would turn _Pamela_
away immediately, and take this new Girl, whom he thought to be one
of his Tenant's Daughters, in her Room.

Miss _Sham_ smiled at these Words, and so did your humble Servant,
which he perceiving, looked very earnestly at your fair Daughter, and
discovered the Cheat.

How, _Pamela_, says he, is it you? I thought, Sir, said Miss, after
what had happened, you would have known me in any Dress. No, Hussy,
says he, but after what hath happened, I should know thee out of any
Dress