When my uncle _Toby_ and the corporal had marched down to the bottom of the avenue, they recollected their business lay the other way; so they faced about and marched up straight to Mrs. _Wadman's_ door.
I warrant your honour; said the corporal, touching his _Montero_-cap with his hand, as he passed him in order to give a knock at the door ----My uncle _Toby_, contrary to his invariable way of treating his faithful servant, said nothing good or bad: the truth was, he had not altogether marshal'd his ideas; he wish'd for another conference, and as the corporal was mounting up the three steps before the door--he hem'd twice--a portion of my uncle _Toby's_ most modest spirits fled, at each expulsion, towards the corporal; he stood with the rapper of the door suspended for a full minute in his hand, he scarce knew why. _Bridget_ stood perdue within, with her finger and her thumb upon the latch, benumb'd with expectation; and Mrs. _Wadman_, with an eye ready to be deflowered again, sat breathless behind the window-curtain of her bed-chamber, watching their approach.
_Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_----but as he articulated the word, the minute expired, and _Trim_ let fall the rapper.
My uncle _Toby_ perceiving that all hopes of a conference were knock'd on the head by it------whistled Lillabullero.
When my uncle Toby and the corporal had marched down to the bottom of the avenue, they recollected that their business lay the other way; so they turned around and marched up to Mrs. Wadman's door.
'I warrant your honour,' said the corporal, touching his Montero-cap with his hand, as he knocked at the door.
My uncle Toby said nothing: the truth was, he had not altogether marshalled his ideas; he wished for another conference. As the corporal was mounting up the three steps before the door, my uncle ahemmed twice; - a portion of his most modest spirits fled, at each expulsion, towards the corporal, who stood with the door rapper suspended for a full minute in his hand, he scarce knew why.
Bridget stood inside, with her finger and thumb upon the latch, benumbed with expectation; and Mrs. Wadman, with an eye ready to be deflowered again, sat breathless behind the window-curtain of her bed-chamber, watching their approach.
'Trim!' said my uncle Toby - but as he said it, Trim let fall the rapper.
My uncle Toby, perceiving that all hopes of a conference were knocked on the head, whistled Lillabullero.
Book 9 - Chapter 16