C H A P. XCI

THERE will be just time, whilst my uncle _Toby_ and _Trim_ are walking

to my father’s, to inform you that Mrs. _Wadman_ had, some moons before

this, made a confident of my mother; and that Mrs. _Bridget_, who had

the burden of her own, as well as her mistress’s secret to carry, had

got happily delivered of both to _Susannah_ behind the garden-wall.

As for my mother, she saw nothing at all in it, to make the least

bustle about——but _Susannah_ was sufficient by herself for all the ends

and purposes you could possibly have, in exporting a family secret; for

she instantly imparted it by signs to _Jonathan_——and _Jonathan_ by

tokens to the cook as she was basting a loin of mutton; the cook sold

it with some kitchen-fat to the postillion for a groat, who truck’d it

with the dairy maid for something of about the same value——and though

whisper’d in the hay-loft, FAME caught the notes with her brazen

trumpet, and sounded them upon the house-top—In a word, not an old

woman in the village or five miles round, who did not understand the

difficulties of my uncle _Toby_’s siege, and what were the secret

articles which had delayed the surrender.——

My father, whose way was to force every event in nature into an

hypothesis, by which means never man crucified TRUTH at the rate he

did——had but just heard of the report as my uncle _Toby_ set out; and

catching fire suddenly at the trespass done his brother by it, was

demonstrating to _Yorick_, notwithstanding my mother was sitting

by——not only, “That the devil was in women, and that the whole of the

affair was lust;” but that every evil and disorder in the world, of

what kind or nature soever, from the first fall of _Adam_, down to my

uncle _Toby_’s (inclusive), was owing one way or other to the same

unruly appetite.

_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 re-kindled 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.

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