the garden; and down I went that very moment.

He came to meet me. So, says he, how does my dear girl do now?--Whom do
you think I have seen since I have been out?--I don't know, sir, said I.
Why, said he, there is a turning in the road, about five miles off,
that goes round a meadow, that has a pleasant foot-way, by the side of a
little brook, and a double row of limes on each side, where now and
then the gentry in the neighbourhood walk, and angle, and divert
themselves.--I'll shew it you next opportunity.--And I stept out of my
chariot, to walk across this meadow, and bid Robin meet me with it on
the further part of it: And whom should I 'spy there, walking, with a
book in his hand, reading, but your humble servant Mr. Williams! Don't
blush, Pamela, said he. As his back was towards me, I thought I would
speak to the man: and, before he saw me, I said, How do you, old
acquaintance? (for, said he, you know we were of one college for a
twelvemonth.) I thought the man would have jumped into the brook, he
gave such a start at hearing my voice, and seeing me.

Poor man! said I. Ay, said he, but not too much of your poor man, in
that soft accent, neither, Pamela.--Said I, I am sorry my voice is so
startling to you, Mr. Williams. What are you reading? Sir, said he, and
stammered with the surprise, it is the French Telemachus; for I am about
perfecting myself, if I can, in the French tongue.--Thought I, I had
rather so, than perfecting my Pamela in it.--You do well, replied
I.--Don't you think that yonder cloud may give us a small shower? and it
did a little begin to wet.--He said, he believed not much.

If, said I, you are for the village, I'll give you a cast; for I shall
call at Sir Simon's in my return from the little round I am taking. He
asked me if it was not too great a favour?--No, said I, don't talk of
that; let us walk to the further opening there, and we shall meet my
chariot.

So, Pamela, continued my master, we fell into conversation as we walked.
He said he was very sorry he had incurred my displeasure; and the more,
as he had been told, by Lady Jones, who had it from Sir Simon's family,
that I had a more honourable view than at first was apprehended. I
said, We fellows of fortune, Mr. Williams, take sometimes a little more
liberty with the world than we ought to do; wantoning, very probably,
as you contemplative folks would say, in the sunbeams of a dangerous
affluence; and cannot think of confining ourselv