He withdrew, speaking nothing of the contents of his letter; as I dare say he would, had the subject been such as he chose to mention to me.
We being alone, after supper, I took the liberty to ask him, who was of his party to Oxford? He named the Viscountess—-, and her lord, Mr. Howard, and his daughter, Mr. Herbert and his lady: "And I had a partner too, my dear, to represent you."
"I am much obliged to the lady, Sir, be she who she would."
"Why, my dear, you are so engaged in your nursery! Then this was a sudden thing; as you know I told you."
"Nay, Sir, as long as it was agreeable to you, I had nothing to do, but to be pleased with it."
He watched my eyes, and the turn of my countenance—"You look, Pamela, as if you'd be glad to return the lady thanks in person. Shall I engage her to visit you? She longs to see you."
"Sir—Sir," hesitated I, "as you please—I can't—I can't be displeased—"
"Displeased?" interrupted he: "why that word? and why that hesitation in your answer? You speak very volubly, my dear, when you're not moved."
"Dear Sir," said I, almost as quick as he was, "why should I be moved? What occasion is there for it? I hope you have a better opinion of me than—"
"Than what, Pamela?—What would you say? I know you are a little jealous rogue, I know you are."