The next Thing is how to introduce her to the Squire, and in that Mrs. _Jervis_ is as decently drawn in for a Procuress as can be; he sees her talking with Mrs. _Jervis_, and thinking her to be a _fresh Lady_, sends for Mrs. _Jervis_ to him, who notwithstanding she would do all she can to preserve the Maiden's Virtue, yet insists upon her going to him in her new Garb, tho' she must certainly know it could only tend to _inflame_ his Desire the more, and urge him to still greater Liberties: _p._ 65, 66: "She stept to me, and told me, I must go in with her to my Master; but, said she, for Goodness sake, let him not find you out; for he don't know you. O fie, Mrs. _Jervis_, said I, how could you serve me so? Besides, it looks too free both _in me_, and _to him_. I tell you, said she, you _shall_ come in; and pray don't reveal yourself till he finds you out. So I went in, foolish as I was; tho' I must have been seen by him another Time, if I had not then. And she would make me take my Straw-hat in my Hand. I dropt a low Curt'sy, but said never a Word. I dare say, he knew me as soon as he saw my Face; but was as cunning as _Lucifer_. He came up to me, and took me by the Hand, and said, whose pretty Maiden are you?--I dare say you are _Pamela_'s Sister, you are so like her. So neat, so clean, so pretty! Why, Child, you far surpass your Sister _Pamela_! I was all Confusion, and would have spoken, but he took me about the Neck; Why, said he, you are very pretty, Child; I would not be so free with your Sister, you may believe; but I must kiss you. O Sir, said I, I am _Pamela_, indeed I am _Pamela_, _her ownself_! He kissed me for all I could do; and said, Impossible! You are a lovelier Girl by half than _Pamela_; and sure I may be innocently free with you, tho' I would not do her so much Favour. This was a sad Bite upon me indeed, and what I could not expect; and Mrs. _Jervis_ look'd like a Fool as much as I, for her Officiousness. At last I got away, and ran out of the Parlour, _most sadly vex'd, as you may well think_." This occasioned an Emotion in him, which is admirably described, but in a Piece designed only to encourage Virtue, no ways necessary to be introduced: _p._ 67. "He then took me in his Arms, and presently push'd me from him. Mrs. _Jervis_, said he, take the little Witch from me; I can neither bear, nor forbear her! (Strange Words these!)--But stay, you shan't go! Yet begone!--No, come back again. I thout he was mad, for my Share; for he _knew not what he would have_. But I was going however, and he stept after me, and took hold of my Arm, and brought me in again: I am sure he made my Arm black and blue; for the Marks are upon it still. Sir, Sir, said I, pray have Mercy; I will, I will come in! He sat down, and _look'd at me_, and, as I thought afterwards, as sillily as such a poor Girl as I."