IN love!——said the corporal—your honour was very well the day before
yesterday, when I was telling your honour of 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 wheel-barrow——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._