, replied my uncle Toby ; nor can I see how a fellow of thy light heart can suffer, but from the distress of poverty in thy old age—when thou art passed all services, Trim —and hast outlived thy friends.⸺An’ please your honour, never fear, replied Trim , cheerily.⸺But I would have thee never fear, Trim , replied my uncle Toby , and therefore, continued my uncle Toby , throwing down his crutch, and getting up upon his legs as he uttered the word therefore —in recompence, Trim , of thy long fidelity to me, and that goodness of thy heart I have had such proofs of—whilst thy master is worth a shilling⸺thou shalt never ask elsewhere, Trim , for a penny. Trim attempted to thank my uncle Toby —but had not power⸺tears trickled down his cheeks faster than he could wipe them off—He laid his hands upon his breast⸺made a bow to the ground, and shut the door.
⸺I have left Trim my bowling-green, cried my uncle Toby .⸺My father smiled.⸻I have left him moreover a pension, continued my uncle Toby .⸺My father looked grave.