In love!⸺said the corporal—your honour was very well the day before yesterday, when I was telling your honour the story of the King of Bohemia — Bohemia! said my uncle Toby - - - - musing a long time - - - What became of that story, Trim?
—We lost it, an’ please your honour, somehow betwixt us—but your honour was as free from love then, as I am⸺’twas just whilst thou went’st off with the wheelbarrow⸺with Mrs. Wadman , quoth my uncle Toby ⸺She has left a ball here—added my uncle Toby —pointing to his breast⸺
⸺She can no more, an’ please your honour, stand a siege, than she can fly—cried the corporal⸺
⸺But as we are neighbours, Trim ,—the best way I think is to let her know it civilly first—quoth my uncle Toby .
Now if I might presume, said the corporal, to differ from your honour⸺
—Why else do I talk to thee, Trim? said my uncle Toby , mildly⸺
—Then I would begin, an’ please your honour, with making a good thundering attack upon her, in return—and telling her civilly afterwards—for if she knows anything of your honour’s being in love, before hand⸺L⸺d help her!—she knows no more at present of it, Trim , said my uncle Toby —than the child unborn⸻
Precious souls!⸻
Mrs. Wadman had told it, with all its circumstances, to Mrs. Bridget twenty-four hours before; and was at that very moment sitting in council