for, dear Sir, your Countess, and you, and your poor Pamela, must all come to this!—­we shall find what it is will give us true joy, and enable us to support the pangs of the dying hour.  Think you, my dearest Sir,” (and I pressed my lips to his forehead, as his head was reclined on my throbbing bosom,) “that then, in that important moment, what now gives us the greatest pleasure, will have any part in our consideration, but as it may give us woe or comfort in the reflection?

“But I will not, O best beloved of my soul, afflict you farther.  Why should I thus sadden all your gaudy prospects?  I have said enough to such a heart as yours, if Divine grace touches it.  And if not, all I can say will be of no avail!—­I will leave you therefore to that, and to your own reflections.  And after giving you ten thousand thanks for your indulgent patience with me, I will only beg, that I may set out in a week for Kent, with my dear Billy; that you will receive one letter at least, from me, of gratitude and blessings; it shall not be of upbraidings and exclamations.

“But my child you must not deny me; for I shall haunt, like his shadow, every place wherein you shall put my Billy, if you should be so unkind to deny him to me!—­And if you will permit me to have the dear Miss Goodwin with me, as you had almost led me to hope, I will read over all the books of education, and digest them, as well as I am able, in order to send you my scheme, and to show you how fit, I hope your indulgence, at least, will make you think me, of having two such precious trusts reposed in me!”

I was silent, waiting in tears his answer.  But his generous heart was touched, and seemed to labour within him for expression.

He came round to me at last, and took me in his arms; “Exalted creature!” said he:  “noble-minded Pamela!  Let no bar be put between us henceforth!  No wonder, when one looks back to your first promising dawn of excellence, that your fuller day should thus irresistibly dazzle such weak eyes as mine.  Whatever it costs me, and I have been inconsiderately led on by blind passion for an object too charming, but which I never thought equal to my Pamela, I will (for it is yet, I bless God, in my power), restore to your virtue a husband all your own.”

“O Sir, Sir,” (and I should have sunk with joy, had not his kind arms supported me,) “what have you said?—­Can I be so happy as to behold you innocent as to deed!  God, of his infinite goodness, continue you both so!—­And, Oh! that the dear lady would make me as truly love her, for the graces of her mind, as I admire her for the advantages of her person!”