Your most afflicted DAUGHTER.

May-be, I he and him too much: but it is his own fault if I do. For why
did he lose all his dignity with me?



LETTER XI


DEAR MOTHER,

Well, I can't find my letter, and so I'll try to recollect it all, and be
as brief as I can. All went well enough in the main for some time after
my letter but one. At last, I saw some reason to suspect; for he would
look upon me, whenever he saw me, in such a manner, as shewed not well;
and one day he came to me, as I was in the summer-house in the little
garden, at work with my needle, and Mrs. Jervis was just gone from me;
and I would have gone out, but he said, No don't go, Pamela; I have
something to say to you; and you always fly me when I come near you, as
if you were afraid of me.

I was much out of countenance, you may well think; but said, at last, It
does not become your good servant to stay in your presence, sir, without
your business required it; and I hope I shall always know my place.

Well, says he, my business does require it sometimes; and I have a mind
you should stay to hear what I have to say to you.

I stood still confounded, and began to tremble, and the more when he took