turning from me; and I said, Forgive
me, good sir! you see I am not so hardy! I cannot bear your displeasure!
And was ready to sink.

His sister said, Only forgive Pamela; 'tis all I ask--You'll break
her spirit quite!--You'll carry your passion as much too far as I have
done!--I need not say, said he, how well I love her; but she must not
intrude upon me at such times as these!--I had intended, as soon as I
could have quelled, by my reason, the tumults you had caused by your
violence, to have come in, and taken such a leave of you both, as might
become a husband, and a brother: But she has, unbidden, broke in upon
me, and must take the consequence of a passion, which, when raised, is
as uncontrollable as your own.

Said she, Did I not love you so well, as sister never loved a brother, I
should not have given you all this trouble. And did I not, said he, love
you better than you are resolved to deserve, I should be indifferent to
all you say. But this last instance, after the duelling story (which
you would not have mentioned, had you not known it is always matter
of concern for me to think upon), of poor Sally Godfrey, is a piece of
spite and meanness, that I can renounce you my blood for.

Well, said she, I am convinced it was wrong. I am ashamed of it myself.
'Twas poor, 'twas mean, 'twas unworthy of your sister: And 'tis for this
reason I stoop to follow you, to beg your pardon, and even to procure
one for my advocate, who I thought had some interest in you, if I might
have believed your own professions to her; which now I shall begin to
think made purposely to insult me.

I care not what you think!--After the meanness you have been guilty of,
I can only look upon you with pity: For, indeed, you have fallen very
low with me.

'Tis plain I have, said she. But I'll begone.--And so, brother, let me
call you for this once! God bless you! And Pamela, said her ladyship,
God bless you! and kissed me, and wept.

I durst say no more: And my lady turning from him, he said, Your sex
is the d---l! how strangely can you discompose, calm, and turn, as
you please, us poor weathercocks of men! Your last kind blessing to my
Pamela I cannot stand! Kiss but each other again. And then he took both
our hands, and joined them; and my lady saluting me again, with tears on
both sides, he put his kind arms about each of our waists, and saluted
us with great affection, saying, Now, God bless you both, the two
dearest creatures I have