WHILST my father was writing his letter of instructions, my uncle
_Toby_ and the corporal were busy in preparing every thing for the
attack. As the turning of the thin scarlet breeches was laid aside (at
least for the present), there was nothing which should put it off
beyond the next morning; so accordingly it was resolv’d upon, for
eleven o’clock.
Come, my dear, said my father to my mother—’twill be but like a brother
and sister, if you and I take a walk down to my brother _Toby_’s——to
countenance him in this attack of his.
My uncle _Toby_ and the corporal had been accoutred both some time,
when my father and mother enter’d, and the clock striking eleven, were
that moment in motion to sally forth—but the account of this is worth
more than to be wove into the fag end of the eighth[43] volume of such
a work as this.——My father had no time but to put the letter of
instructions into my uncle _Toby_’s coat-pocket——and join with my
mother in wishing his attack prosperous.
I could like, said my mother, to look through the key-hole out of
_curiosity_——Call it by its right name, my dear, quoth my father—
_And look through the key-hole_ as long as you will.
[43] Alluding to the first edition.