“So,” continued Mr. B., “I went on dropping hints against her now and then; and whenever I met her in the passages about the house, or in the garden, avoiding to look at, or to speak to her, as she passed me, curtseying, and putting on a thousand bewitching airs of obligingness and reverence; while I (who thought the best way to demolish the influence of such an education, would be not to alarm her fears on one hand, or to familiarize myself to her on the other, till I came to strike the blow) looked haughty and reserved, and passed by her with a stiff nod at most.  Or, if I spoke, ’How does your lady this morning, girl?—­I hope she rested well last night:’  then, covered with blushes, and curtseying at every word, as if she thought herself unworthy of answering my questions, she’d trip away in a kind of confusion, as soon as she had spoken.  And once I heard her say to Mrs. Jervis, ’Dear Sirs, my young master spoke to me, and called me by my name, saying—­How slept your lady last night, Pamela?—­Was not that very good, Mrs. Jervis?’—­’Ay,’ thought I, ’I am in the right way, I find:  this will do in proper time.  Go on, my dear mother, improving as fast as you will:  I’ll engage to pull down in three hours, what you’ll be building up in as many years, in spite of all the lessons you can teach her.’

“’Tis enough for me, that I am establishing in you, ladies, and in you, my lord, a higher esteem for my Pamela (I am but too sensible I shall lose a good deal of my own reputation) in the relation I am now giving you.

“I dressed, grew more confident, and as insolent withal, as if, though I had not Lady Davers’s wit and virtue, I had all her spirit—­(excuse me, Lady Davers;) and having a pretty bold heart, which rather put me upon courting than avoiding a danger or difficulty, I had but too much my way with every body; and many a menaced complaint have I looked down, with a haughty air, and a promptitude, like that of Colbrand’s to your footmen at the Hall, to clap my hand to my side; which was of the greater service to my bold enterprise, as two or three gentlemen had found I knew how to be in earnest.”

“Ha!” said my lady, “thou wast ever an impudent fellow:  and many a vile roguery have I kept from my poor mother.—­Yet, to my knowledge, she thought you no saint.”

“Ay, poor lady,” continued he, “she used now-and-then to catechize me; and was sure I was not so good as I ought to be:—­’For, son,’ she would cry, ’these late hours, these all night works, and to come home so sober cannot be right.-I’m not sure, if I were to know all, (and yet I’m afraid of inquiring after your ways) whether I should not have reason to wish you were brought home in wine, rather than to come in so sober, and so late, as you do.’

“Once, I remember, in the summer-time, I came home about six in the morning, and met the good lady unexpectedly by the garden back-door, of which I had a key to let myself in at all hours.  I started, and would have avoided her:  but she called me to her, and then I approached her with an air, ’What brings you, Madam, into the garden at so early an hour?’ turning my face from her; for I had a few scratches on my forehead—­with a thorn, or so—­which I feared she would be more inquisitive about than I cared she should.