his bow;—my uncle Toby smoak’d on, and said no more.⸺Corporal! said my uncle Toby ⸺the corporal made his bow.⸺My uncle Toby proceeded no farther, but finished his pipe.
Trim! said my uncle Toby , I have a project in my head, as it is a bad night, of wrapping myself up warm in my roquelaure, and paying a visit to this poor gentleman.⸺Your honour’s roquelaure, replied the corporal, has not once been had on, since the night before your honour received your wound, when we mounted guard in the trenches before the gate of St. Nicolas ;⸺and besides, it is so cold and rainy a night, that what with the roquelaure, and what with the weather, ’twill be enough to give your honour your death, and bring on your honour’s torment in your groin. I fear so, replied my uncle Toby ; but I am not at rest in my mind, Trim , since the account the landlord has given me.⸺I wish I had not known so much of this affair,—added my uncle Toby ,—or that I had known more of it:⸺How shall we manage it? Leave it, an’t please your honour, to me, quoth the corporal;⸺I’ll take my hat and stick and go to the house and reconnoitre, and act accordingly; and I will bring your honour a full account in an hour.⸺Thou shalt go, Trim , said my uncle Toby , and here’s a shilling for thee to drink with his servant.⸺I shall get it all out of him, said the corporal, shutting the door.
My uncle Toby filled his second pipe; and had it not been, that he now and then wandered from the point, with considering whether it was not full as well to have the curtain of the tenaille a straight line, as a crooked one,—he might be said to have thought of nothing else but poor Le Fever and his boy the whole time he smoaked it.