He pursued his own ends with a penitent cook, just as he pursued his own ends with a vivisected animal.
Nothing moved him out of his appointed course, in the one or in the other.

He returned to Pamela.
"And what becomes of her at the end of the story ?" he asked.
The cook simpered.

"It's Pamela who is the virtuous young person, sir.
And so the story comes true--Pamela, or Virtue Rewarded." "Who rewards her ?" Was there ever anything so lucky as this?
Pamela's situation was fast becoming the cook's situation.

The bosom of the vigourous little woman began to show signs of tender agitation--distributed over a large surface.

She rolled her eyes amorously.