Mrs. _Jervis_ and I are just in Bed, and the Door unlocked; if my Master should come----Odsbobs! I hear him just coming in at the Door. You see I write in the present Tense, as Parson _Williams_ says. Well, he is in Bed between us, we both shamming a Sleep, he steals his Hand into my Bosom, which I, as if in my Sleep, press close to me with mine, and then pretend to awake.--I no sooner see him, but I Scream out to Mrs. _Jervis_, she feigns likewise but just to come to herself; we both begin, she to becall, and I to bescratch very liberally. After having made a pretty free Use of my Fingers, without any great Regard to the Parts I attack'd, I counterfeit a Swoon. Mrs. _Jervis_ then cries out, O, Sir, what have you done, you have murthered poor _Pamela_: she is gone, she is gone.---- _O what a Difficulty it is to keep one's Countenance, when a violent Laugh desires to burst forth._ The poor Booby frightned out of his Wits, jumped out of Bed, and, in his Shirt, sat down by my Bed-Side, pale and trembling, for the Moon shone, and I kept my Eyes wide open, and pretended to fix them in my Head. Mrs. _Jervis_ apply'd Lavender Water, and Hartshorn, and this, for a full half Hour; when thinking I had carried it on long enough, and being likewise unable to continue the Sport any longer, I began by Degrees to come to my self. The Squire, who had sat all this while speechless, and was almost really in that Condition, which I feigned, the Moment he Saw me give Symptoms of recovering my Senses, fell down on his Knees; and O _Pamela_, cryed he, can you forgive me, my injured Maid? by Heaven, I know not whether you are a Man or a Woman, unless by your swelling Breasts. Will you promise to forgive me: I forgive you! D--n you (says I) and d--n you says he, if you come to that. I wish I had never seen your bold Face, saucy Sow, and so went out of the Room. _O what a silly Fellow is a bashful young Lover!_ He was no Sooner out of hearing, as we thought, than we both burst into a violent Laugh. Well, says Mrs. _Jervis_, I never saw any thing better acted than your Part: But I wish you may not have discouraged him from any future Attempt; especially since his Passions are so cool, that you could prevent his Hands going further than your Bosom. Hang him, answered I, he is not quite so cold as that I assure you; our Hands, on neither side, were idle in the Scuffle, nor have left us any Doubt of each other as to that matter. _Friday Morning._