“Though this is to you, my Pamela, the renewal of griefs; yet hold up your dear face.  You may—­The triumph was yours—­the shame and the blushes ought to be mine—­And I will humour my saucy sister in all she would have me say.”

“Nay,” said Lady Davers, “you know the question; I cannot put it stronger.”

“That’s very true,” replied he:  “But would you expect I should give you a reason for an attempt that appears to you so very shocking?”

“Nay, Sir,” said the countess, “don’t say appears to Lady Davers; for (excuse me) it will appear so to every one who hears of it.”

“I think my brother is too hardly used,” said Lord Davers; “he has made all the amends he could make:—­and you, my sister, who were the person offended, forgive him now, I hope; don’t you?”

I could not answer; for I was quite confounded; and made a motion to withdraw:  but Mr. B. said, “Don’t go, my dear:  though I ought to be ashamed of an action set before me in so full a glare, in presence of Lord Davers and the countess; yet I will not have you stir because I forget how you represented it, and you must tell me.”

“Indeed, Sir, I cannot,” said I; “pray, my dear ladies—­pray, my good lord—­and, dear Sir, don’t thus renew my griefs, as you were pleased justly to phrase it.”

“I have the representation of that scene in my pocket,” said my lady; “for I was resolved, as I told Lady Betty, to shame the wicked wretch with it the first opportunity; and I’ll read it to you; or rather, you shall read it yourself, Bold-face, if you can.”

So she pulled those leaves out of her pocket, wrapped up carefully in a paper.  “Here,—­I believe he who could act thus, must read it; and, to spare Pamela’s confusion, read it to yourself; for we all know how it was.”

“I think,” said he, taking the papers, “I can say something to abate the heinousness of this heavy charge, or else I should not stand thus at the insolent bar of my sister, answering her interrogatories.”

I send you, my dear Miss Darnford, a transcript of the charge.  To be sure, you’ll say, he was a very wicked man.

Mr. B. read it to himself, and said, “This is a dark affair, as here stated; and I can’t say, but Pamela, and Mrs. Jervis too, had great reason to apprehend the worst:  but surely readers of it, who were less parties in the supposed attempt, and not determined at all events to condemn me, might have made a more favourable construction for me, than you, Lady Davers, have done in the strong light in which you have set this heinous matter before us.

“However, since my lady,” bowing to the countess, “and Lord Davers seem to expect me particularly to answer this black charge, I will, at a proper time, if agreeable, give you a brief history of my passion for this dear girl; how it commenced and increased, and my own struggles with it, and this will introduce, with some little advantage to myself perhaps, what I have to say, as to this supposed attempt:  and at the same time enable you the better to account for some facts which you have read in my pretty accuser’s papers.”