—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 any thing 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——