every Man knows himself best, says I.
Hussy, says he, get out of the Room, and let me see your saucy Face
no more, for I find I am in more Danger than you are, and therefore
it shall be my Business to avoid you as much as I can; and it shall
be mine, thinks I, at every turn to throw my self in your way. So I
went out, and as I parted, I heard him sigh and say he was bewitched.

Mrs. _Jewkes_ hath been with me since, and she assures me she is
convinced I shall shortly be Mistress of the Family, and she really
behaves to me, as if she already thought me so. I am resolved now to
aim at it. I thought once of making a little Fortune by my Person. I
now intend to make a great one by my Vartue. So asking Pardon for
this long Scroll, I am,

_Your dutiful Daughter_,

SHAMELA.

LETTER XI.

HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS _to_ SHAMELA ANDREWS.

_Dear Sham_,

I Received your last Letter with infinite Pleasure, and am convinced
it will be your own Fault if you are not married to your Master, and
I would advise you now to take no less Terms. But, my dear Child, I
am afraid of one Rock only, That Parson _Williams_, I wish he was out
of the Way. A Woman never commits Folly but with such Sort of Men, as
by many Hints in the Letters I collect him to be: but, consider my
dear Child, you will hereafter have Opportunities sufficient to
indulge yourself with Parson _Williams_, or any other you like. My
Advice therefore to you is, that you would avoid seeing him any more
till the Knot is tied. Remember the first Lesson I taught you, that a
married Woman injures only her Husband, but a single Woman herself. I
am in hopes of seeing you a great Lady,

_Your affectionate Mother_,

HENRIETTA MARIA, _&c._

* * * * *

The following Letter seems to have been written before _Shamela_
received the last from her Mother.

LETTER XII.

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

I Little feared when I sent away my last that all my Hopes would be
so soon frustrated; but I am certain you will blame Fortune and not
me. To proceed then. About two Hours after I had left the Squire, he
sent for me into the Parlour. _Pamela_, said he, and takes me gently
by the hand, will you walk with me in the Garden; yes, Sir, says I,
and pretended to tremble; but I hope your Honour will not be rude.
Indeed, says he, you have nothing to fear from me, and I have
something to tell you