Saturday noon
Now all her hopes are dashed ! And if this fails him , then comes , to be sure , my forced disgrace ! for this shews he will never leave till he has ruined me -- O , the wretched , wretched Pamela ! Saturday noon , one o'clock . My master is come home ; and , to be sure , has been where he said . So once he has told truth ; and this matter seems to be gone off without a plot : No doubt he depends upon his sham wicked marriage ! He has brought a gentleman with him to dinner ; and so I have not seen him yet .