!--I must leave off, till I can get quieter fingers!--Why should
the guiltless tremble so, when the guilty can possess their minds in
peace?

Saturday morning.

Now let me give you an account of what passed last night: for I had no
power to write, nor yet opportunity till now.

This vile woman held my master till half an hour after seven; and he
came hither about five in the afternoon. And then I heard his voice on
the stairs, as he was coming up to me. It was about his supper; for he
said, I shall choose a boiled chicken with butter and parsley.--And up
he came!

He put on a stern and majestic air; and he can look very majestic when
he pleases. Well, perverse Pamela, ungrateful runaway, said he, for my
first salutation!--You do well, don't you, to give me all this trouble
and vexation! I could not speak; but throwing myself on the floor, hid
my face, and was ready to die with grief and apprehension.--He said,
Well may you hide your face! well may you be ashamed to see me, vile
forward one, as you are!--I sobbed and wept, but could not speak. And he
let me lie, and went to the door, and called Mrs. Jewkes.--There, said
he, take up that fallen angel!--Once I thought her as innocent as an
angel of light but I have now no patience with her. The little hypocrite
prostrates herself thus, in hopes to move my weakness in her favour, and
that I'll raise her from the floor myself. But I shall not touch her:
No, said he, cruel gentleman as he was! let such fellows as Williams
be taken in by her artful wiles! I know her now, and see she is for any
fool's turn, that will be caught by her.

I sighed, as if my heart would break!--And Mrs. Jewkes lifted me up upon
my knees; for I trembled so, I could not stand. Come, said she, Mrs.
Pamela, learn to know your best friend; confess your unworthy behaviour,
and beg his honour's forgiveness of all your faults. I was ready to
faint: And he said, She is mistress of arts, I'll assure you; and will
mimic a fit, ten to one, in a minute.

I was struck to the heart at this; but could not speak presently; only
lifted up my eyes to heaven!--And at last made shift to say--God forgive
you, sir!--He seemed in a great passion, and walked up and down the
room, casting sometimes an eye upon me, and seeming as if he would have
spoken, but checked himself--And at last he said, When she has acted
this her first part over, perhaps I will see her again, and she shall
soon know what she has to trust t