As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour--or rather my uncle _Toby_ for him --Mrs. _Wadman_ silently sallied forth from her arbour, replaced the pin in her mob, pass'd the wicker-gate, and advanced slowly towards my uncle _Toby's_ sentry-box: the disposition which _Trim_ had made in my uncle _Toby's_ mind, was too favourable a crisis to be let slipp'd----
----The attack was determin'd upon: it was facilitated still more by my uncle _Toby's_ having ordered the corporal to wheel off the pioneer's shovel, the spade, the pick-axe, the picquets, and other military stores which lay scatter'd upon the ground where _Dunkirk_ stood--the corporal had march'd--the field was clear.
Now, consider, sir, what nonsense it is, either in fighting, or writing, or anything else (whether in rhyme to it, or not) which a man has occasion to do--to act by plan: for if ever Plan, independent of all circumstances, deserved registering in letters of gold (I mean in the archives of _Gotham_)--it was certainly the PLAN of Mrs. _Wadman's_ attack of my uncle _Toby_ in his sentry-box, BY PLAN ----Now the plan hanging up in it at this juncture, being the Plan of _Dunkirk_--and the tale of _Dunkirk_ a tale of relaxation, it opposed every impression she could make: and besides, could she have gone upon it--the manuvre of fingers and hands in the attack of the sentry-box, was so outdone by that of the fair _Beguine's_, in _Trim's_ story--that just then, that particular attack, however successful before--became the most heartless attack that could be made----
O! let woman alone for this. Mrs. _Wadman_ had scarce open'd the wicket-gate, when her genius sported with the change of circumstances.
----She formed a new attack in a moment.
As soon as the corporal had finished the story of his amour, Mrs. Wadman silently sallied forth from her arbour, passed the wicker-gate, and advanced towards my uncle Toby's sentry-box. The effect which Trim had made in my uncle's mind was too favourable a crisis to let slip.
The attack was determined upon: it was facilitated still more by my uncle Toby's ordering the corporal to move away the shovel, spade, pick-axe, and other military stores which lay scattered upon the ground. - The corporal marched - the field was clear.
If ever Plan deserved registering in letters of gold, it was certainly the Plan of Mrs. Wadman's attack on my uncle Toby in his sentry-box.
Now the plan hanging up in the sentry-box at this point being the plan of Dunkirk, and the tale of Dunkirk a tale of relaxation, it opposed every impression she could make: and besides, the manoeuvre of fingers and hands in the attack of the sentry-box, was so outdone by the fair Beguine's, in Trim's story, that just then, that particular attack, however successful before, became the most heartless attack that could be made.
But Mrs. Wadman had scarce opened the wicket-gate, when her mind took in the change of circumstances.
She formed a new attack in a moment.
Book 8 - Chapter 23