XXXII

Yorick was just bringing my father’s hypothesis to some temper, when my uncle Toby entering the room with marks of infinite benevolence and forgiveness in his looks, my father’s eloquence rekindled against the passion⁠⸺⁠and as he was not very nice in the choice of his words when he was wroth⁠⸺⁠as soon as my uncle Toby was seated by the fire, and had filled his pipe, my father broke out in this manner.