went on.
Now the King of Bohemia with his queen and courtiers happening one fine summer’s evening to walk out⸺Aye! there the word happening is right, Trim , cried my uncle Toby ; for the King of Bohemia and his queen might have walk’d out or let it alone:⸺’twas a matter of contingency, which might happen, or not, just as chance ordered it.
King William was of an opinion, an’ please your honour, quoth Trim , that everything was predestined for us in this world; insomuch, that he would often say to his soldiers, that “every ball had its billet.” He was a great man, said my uncle Toby ⸺And I believe, continued Trim , to this day, that the shot which disabled me at the battle of Landen , was pointed at my knee for no other purpose, but to take me out of his service, and place me in your honour’s, where I should be taken so much better care of in my old age⸺It shall never, Trim , be construed otherwise, said my uncle Toby .