with her, touching some slight misgivings with regard to the issue of the affairs, which the Devil, who never lies dead in a ditch, had put into her head—before he would allow half time, to get quietly through her Te Deum.
I am terribly afraid, said widow Wadman , in case I should marry him, Bridget —that the poor captain will not enjoy his health, with the monstrous wound upon his groin⸺
It may not, Madam, be so very large, replied Bridget , as you think⸺and I believe, besides, added she—that ’tis dried up⸺
⸺I could like to know—merely for his sake, said Mrs. Wadman ⸺
—We’ll know the long and the broad of it, in ten days—answered Mrs. Bridget , for whilst the captain is paying his addresses to you—I’m confident Mr. Trim will be for making love to me—and I’ll let him as much as he will—added Bridget —to get it all out of him⸺
The measures were taken at once⸺and my uncle Toby and the corporal went on with theirs.
Now, quoth the corporal, setting his left hand akimbo, and giving such a flourish with his right, as just promised success—and no more⸺if your honour will give me leave to lay down the plan of this attack⸺
⸺Thou wilt please me by it, Trim , said my uncle Toby , exceedingly—and as I foresee thou must act in it as my aid de camp, here’s a crown, corporal, to begin with, to steep thy commission.
Then, an’ please your honour, said the corporal (making a bow first for his commission)—we will begin with getting your honour’s laced clothes out of the great campaign-trunk, to be well air’d, and have the