he, thou art the veriest fool that I ever knew. I tell you I will
see your father; I'll send for him hither to-morrow, in my travelling
chariot, if you will; and I'll let him know what I intend to do for
him and you. What, sir, may I ask you, can that be? Your honour's noble
estate may easily make him happy, and not unuseful, perhaps to you, in
some respect or other. But what price am I to pay for all this?--Yon
shall be happy as you can wish, said he, I do assure you: And here I
will now give you this purse, in which are fifty guineas, which I will
allow your father yearly, and find an employ suitable to his liking, to
deserve that and more: Pamela, he shall never want, depend upon it.
I would have given you still more for him, but that, perhaps, you'd
suspect I intended it as a design upon you.--O sir, said I, take back
your guineas! I will not touch one, nor will my father, I am sure, till
he knows what is to be done for them; and particularly what is to become
of me. Why then, Pamela, said he, suppose I find a man of probity,
and genteel calling, for a husband for you, that shall make you a
gentlewoman as long as you live?--I want no husband, sir, said I: for
now I began to see him in all his black colours!--Yet being so much in
his power, I thought I would a little dissemble. But, said he, you
are so pretty, that go where you will, you can never be free from the
designs of some or other of our sex; and I shall think I don't answer
the care of my dying mother for you, who committed you to me, if I don't
provide you a husband to protect your virtue, and your innocence; and a
worthy one I have thought of for you.

O black, perfidious creature! thought I, what an implement art thou
in the hands of Lucifer, to ruin the innocent heart!--Yet still I
dissembled: for I feared much both him and the place I was in. But,
whom, pray sir, have you thought of?--Why, said he, young Mr. Williams,
my chaplain, in Lincolnshire, who will make you happy. Does he know,
sir, said I, any thing of your honour's intentions?--No, my girl, said
he, and kissed me, (much against my will; for his very breath was now
poison to me,) but his dependance upon my favour, and your beauty and
merit, will make him rejoice at my kindness to him. Well, sir, said I,
then it is time enough to consider of this matter; and it cannot hinder
me from going to my father's: for what will staying a fortnight longer
signify to this? Your honour's care and goodness ma