In love! ----said the corporal--your honour was very well the day before yesterday, when I was telling your honour the story of the King of _Bohemia_--_Bohemia!_ said my uncle _Toby_ - - - - musing a long time - - - What became of that story, _Trim?_
--We lost it, an' please your honour, somehow betwixt us--but your honour was as free from love then, as I am----'twas just whilst thou went'st off with the wheel-barrow----with Mrs. _Wadman_, quoth my uncle _Toby_ ----She has left a ball here--added my uncle _Toby_--pointing to his breast----
----She can no more, an' please your honour, stand a siege, than she can fly--cried the corporal----
----But as we are neighbours, _Trim_, --the best way I think is to let her know it civilly first--quoth my uncle _Toby_.
Now if I might presume, said the corporal, to differ from your honour----
--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 anything 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------
Precious souls!------

'In love!' said the corporal. 'Your honour was very well the day before yesterday, when I was telling you the story of the King of Bohemia.'
'Bohemia!' said my uncle Toby, musing. 'What became of that story, Trim?'
'We lost it, your honour, somehow - but your honour was as free from love then, as I am.'
''Twas whilst thou went'st off with the wheel-barrow. Mrs. Wadman has left a ball here,' quoth my uncle Toby, pointing to his breast.
'She can no more withstand a siege, than she can fly,' cried the corporal.
'But as we are neighbours, Trim, I think it best to let her know it civilly first,' quoth my uncle Toby.
'If I might presume to differ from your honour - I would begin with making a good thundering attack upon her, in return - and telling her civilly afterwards. For if she knows anything of your honour's being in love, beforehand-'
'L__d help her! she knows no more of it,' said my uncle Toby, 'than the child unborn.'
Precious souls!
