I think I was loth to leave the house. Can you believe it? I felt something so strange and my heart was so heavy. _IV.--Virtue Triumphant--Pamela's Journal_ _Monday Morning, eleven o'clock._ We are just come in here, to the inn kept by Mr. Jewkes's relations. Just as I sat down, before setting out to pursue my journey, comes my master's groom, all in a foam, man and horse, with a letter for me, as follows: "I find it in vain, my Pamela, to struggle against my affection for you, and as I flatter myself you may be brought to _love_ me, I begin to regret parting with you; but, God is my witness, from no dishonourable motives, but the very contrary. "You cannot imagine the obligation your return will lay me under to your goodness, and if you are the generous Pamela I imagine you to be let me see by your compliance the further excellency of your disposition. Spare me, my dearest girl, the confusion of following you to your father's, which I must do if you go on--for I find I cannot live without you, and I must be-- "Yours, and only yours." What, my dear parents, will you say to this letter? I am resolved to return to my master, and am sending this to you by Thomas the coachman. It was one o'clock when we reach'd my master's gate. Everybody was gone to rest. But one of the helpers got the keys from Mrs. Jewkes, and open'd the gates. I was so tired when I went to get out of the chariot that I fell down, and two of the maids coming soon after helped me to get up stairs. It seems my master was very ill, and had been upon the bed most of the day; but being in a fine sleep, he heard not the chariot come in. _Tuesday Morning_. Mrs. Jewkes, as soon as she got up, went to know how my master did, and he had had a good night. She told him he must not be surprised--that Pamela was come back. He raised himself up. "Can it be?" said he. "What, already? Ask her if she will be so good as to make me a visit. If she will not, I will rise and attend her." Mrs. Jewkes came to tell me, and I went with her. As soon as he saw me, he said: "Oh, my Pamela, you have made me quite well!" How kind a dispensation is sickness sometimes! He was quite easy and pleased with me. The next day my master was so much better that he would take a turn after breakfast in the chariot, handing me in before all the servants, as if I had been a lady. At first setting out, he kissed me a little too often, that he did; but he was exceedingly kind to me in his words as well. At last, he said: