Chapter 2

SHAMELA ANDREWS _to_ HENRIETTA MARIA HONORA ANDREWS.

_Dear Mamma_,

O what News, since I writ my last! the young Squire hath been here, and as sure as a Gun he hath taken a Fancy to me; _Pamela_, says he, (for so I am called here) you was a great Favourite of your late Mistress's; yes, an't please your Honour; says I; and I believe you deserved it, says he; thank your Honour for your good Opinion, says I; and then he took me by the Hand, and I pretended to be shy: Laud, says I, Sir, I hope you don't intend to be rude; no, says he, my Dear, and then he kissed me, 'till he took away my breath----and I pretended to be Angry, and to get away, and then he kissed me again, and breathed very short, and looked very silly; and by Ill-Luck Mrs. _Jervis_ came in, and had like to have spoiled Sport.----_How troublesome is such Interruption!_ You shall hear now soon, for I shall not come away yet, so I rest,

_Your affectionate Daughter_,

SHAMELA.