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But, O these tyrants! these men!

Why, what hindered it, my dear? said he: give yourself time; you seem

out of breath!--O sir, said I, out of breath! well I may!--For, just as

I was ready to come away, who should drive into the court-yard, but Lady

Davers!--Lady Davers! Nay, then, my sweet dear, said he, and saluted me

more tenderly, hast thou had a worse trial than I wish thee, from one

of the haughtiest women in England, though my sister!--For, she too, my

Pamela, was spoiled by my good mother!--But have you seen her?

Yes, sir, said I, and more than seen her!--Why sure, said he, she has

not had the insolence to strike my girl!--Sir, said I, but tell me you

forgive me; for indeed I could not come sooner; and these good ladies

but excuse me; and I'll tell you all another time; for to take up the

good company's attention now, will spoil their pleasantry, and be to

them, though more important to me, like the broken china you cautioned

me about. That's a dear girl! said he; I see my hints are not thrown away upon

you; and I beg pardon for being angry with you; and, for the future,

will stay till I hear your defence, before I judge you. Said Miss

Darnford, This is a little better! To own a fault is some reparation;

and what every lordly husband will not do. He said, But tell me, my

dear, did Lady Davers offer you any incivility? O sir, replied I, she

is your sister, and I must not tell you all; but she has used me very

severely! Did you tell her, said he, you were married? Yes, sir, I did

at last; but she will have it 'tis a sham-marriage, and that I am a vile

creature: and she was ready to beat me, when I said so: for she could

not have patience, that I should be deemed her sister, as she said.

How unlucky it was, replied he, I was not at home?--Why did you not send

to me here? Send, sir! I was kept prisoner by force. They would not let

me stir, or do you think I would have been hindered from obeying you?

Nay, I told them, that I had a pre-engagement; but she ridiculed me, and

said, Waiting-maids talk of pre-engagements! And then I shewed her your

kind letter; and she made a thousand remarks upon it, and made me wish

I had not. In short, whatever I could do or say, there was no pleasing

her; and I was a creature and wench, and all that was naught. But you

must not be angry with her on my account.