my dear parents,

i know you longed to hear from me soon; and i send you as soon as i could.

well, you may believe how uneasily i passed the time, till his appointed hour came. every minute, as it grew nearer, my terrors increased; and sometimes i had great courage, and sometimes none at all; and i thought i should faint when it came to the time my master had dined. i could neither eat nor drink, for my part; and do what i could, my eyes were swelled with crying.

at last he went up to the closet, which was my good lady's dressing-room; a room i once loved, but then as much hated.

don't your heart ache for me?—i am sure mine fluttered about like a new-caught bird in a cage. o pamela, said i to myself, why art thou so foolish and fearful? thou hast done no harm! what, if thou fearest an unjust judge, when thou art innocent, would'st thou do before a just one, if thou wert guilty? have courage, pamela, thou knowest the worst! and how easy a choice poverty and honesty is, rather than plenty and wickedness.

so i cheered myself; but yet my poor heart sunk, and my spirits were quite broken. everything that stirred, i thought was to call me to my account. i dreaded it, and yet i wished it to come.

well, at last he rung the bell: o, thought i, that it was my passing-bell! mrs. jervis went up, with a full heart enough, poor good woman! he said, where's pamela? let her come up, and do you come with her. she came to me: i was ready to go with my feet; but my heart was with my dear father and mother, wishing to share your poverty and happiness. i went up, however.

o how can wicked men seem so steady and untouched with such black hearts, while poor innocents stand like malefactors before them!

he looked so stern, that my heart failed me, and i wished myself any where but there, though i had before been summoning up all my courage. good heaven, said i to myself, give me courage to stand before this naughty master! o soften him, or harden me!

come in, fool, said he, angrily, as soon as he saw me; (and snatched my hand with a pull;) you may well be ashamed to see me, after your noise and nonsense, and exposing me as you have done. i ashamed to see you! thought i: very pretty indeed!—but i said nothing.

mrs. jervis, said he, here you are both together. do you sit down; but let her stand, if she will. ay, thought i, if i can; for my knees beat one against the other. did you not think, when you saw the girl in the way you found her in, that i had given her the greatest occasion for complaint, that could possibly be given to a woman? and that i had actually ruined her, as she calls it? tell me, could you think any thing less? indeed, said she, i feared so at first. has she told you what i did to her, and all i did to her, to occasion all this folly, by which my reputation might have suffered in your opinion, and in that of all the family.—inform me, what she has told you?

she was a little too much frightened, as she owned afterwards, at his sternness, and said, indeed she told me you only pulled her on your knee, and kissed her.

then i plucked up my spirits a little. only! mrs. jervis? said i; and was not that enough to shew me what i had to fear? when a master of his honour's degree demeans himself to be so free as that to such a poor servant as me, what is the next to be expected?—but your honour went farther, so you did; and threatened me what you would do, and talked of lucretia, and her hard fate.—your honour knows you went too far for a master to a servant, or even to his equal; and i cannot bear it. so i fell a crying most sadly.

mrs. jervis began to excuse me, and to beg he would pity a poor maiden, that had such a value for her reputation. he said, i speak it to her face, i think her very pretty, and i thought her humble, and one that would not grow upon my favours, or the notice i took of her; but i abhor the thoughts of forcing her to any thing. i know myself better, said he, and what belongs to me: and to be sure i have enough demeaned myself to take notice of such a one as she; but i was bewitched by her, i think, to be freer than became me; though i had no intention to carry the jest farther.

what poor stuff was all this, my dear mother, from a man of his sense! but see how a bad cause and bad actions confound the greatest wits!—it gave me a little more courage then; for innocence, i find, in a low fortune, and weak mind, has many advantages over guilt, with all its riches and wisdom.

so i said, your honour may call this jest or sport, or what you please; but indeed, sir, it is not a jest that becomes the distance between a master and a servant. do you hear, mrs. jervis? said he: do you hear the pertness of the creature? i had a good deal of this sort before in the summer-house, and yesterday too, which made me rougher with her than perhaps i had otherwise been.

says mrs. jervis, pamela, don't be so pert to his honour: you should know your distance; you see his honour was only in jest.—o dear mrs. jervis, said i, don't you blame me too. it is very difficult to keep one's distance to the greatest of men, when they won't keep it themselves to their meanest servants.

see again! said he; could you believe this of the young baggage, if you had not heard it? good your honour, said the well-meaning gentlewoman, pity and forgive the poor girl; she is but a girl, and her virtue is very dear to her; and i will pawn my life for her, she will never be pert to your honour, if you'll be so good as to molest her no more, nor frighten her again. you saw, sir, by her fit, she was in terror; she could not help it; and though your honour intended her no harm, yet the apprehension was almost death to her: and i had much ado to bring her to herself again. o the little hypocrite! said he; she has all the arts of her sex; they were born with her; and i told you awhile ago you did not know her. but this was not the reason principally of my calling you before me together. i find i am likely to suffer in my reputation by the perverseness and folly of this girl. she has told you all, and perhaps more than all; nay, i make no doubt of it; and she has written letters (for i find she is a mighty letter-writer!) to her father and mother, and others, as far as i know, in which representing herself as an angel of light, she makes her kind master and benefactor, a devil incarnate—(o how people will sometimes, thought i, call themselves by their right names!)—and all this, added he, i won't hear; and so i am resolved she shall return to the distresses and poverty she was taken from; and let her be careful how she uses my name with freedom, when she is gone from me.

i was brightened up at once with these welcome words, and i threw myself upon my knees at his feet, with a most sincere glad heart; and i said, may your honour be for ever blessed for your resolution! now i shall be happy. and permit me, on my bended knees, to thank you for all the benefits and favours you have heaped upon me; for the opportunities i have had of improvement and learning, through my good lady's means, and yours. i will now forget all your honour has offered me: and i promise you, that i will never let your name pass my lips, but with reverence and gratitude: and so god almighty bless your honour, for ever and ever! amen.

then rising from my knees, i went away with another-guise sort of heart than i came into his presence with: and so i fell to writing this letter. and thus all is happily over.

and now, my dearest father and mother, expect to see soon your poor daughter, with an humble and dutiful mind, returned to you: and don't fear but i know how to be as happy with you as ever: for i will be in the loft, as i used to do; and pray let my little bed be got ready; and i have a small matter of money, which will buy me a suit of clothes, fitter for my condition than what i have; and i will get mrs. mumford to help me to some needle-work: and fear not that i shall be a burden to you, if my health continues. i know i shall be blessed, if not for my own sake, for both your sakes, who have, in all your trials and misfortunes, preserved so much integrity as makes every body speak well of you both. but i hope he will let good mrs. jervis give me a character, for fear it should be thought that i was turned away for dishonesty.

and so, my dear parents, may you be blest for me, and i for you! and i will always pray for my master and mrs. jervis. so good night; for it is late, and i shall be soon called to bed.

i hope mrs. jervis is not angry with me. she has not called me to supper: though i could eat nothing if she had. but i make no doubt i shall sleep purely to-night, and dream that i am with you, in my dear, dear, happy loft once more.

so good night again, my dear father and mother, says

your poor honest daughter.

perhaps i mayn't come this week, because i must get up the linen, and leave in order every thing belonging to my place. so send me a line, if you can, to let me know if i shall be welcome, by john, who will call for it as he returns. but say nothing of my coming away to him, as yet: for it will be said i blab every thing.