It was not till my uncle _Toby_ had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that corporal _Trim_ returned from the inn, and gave him the following account.
I despaired, at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back your honour any kind of intelligence concerning the poor sick lieutenant --Is he in the army, then? said my uncle _Toby_ ----He is, said the corporal ----And in what regiment? said my uncle _Toby_ ----I'll tell your honour, replied the corporal, everything straight forwards, as I learnt it. --Then, _Trim_, I'll fill another pipe, said my uncle _Toby_, and not interrupt thee till thou hast done; so sit down at thy ease, _Trim_, in the window-seat, and begin thy story again. The corporal made his old bow, which generally spoke as plain as a bow could speak it--_Your honour is good_: ----And having done that, he sat down, as he was ordered, --and began the story to my uncle _Toby_ over again in pretty near the same words.
I despaired at first, said the corporal, of being able to bring back any intelligence to your honour, about the lieutenant and his son; for when I asked where his servant was, from whom I made myself sure of knowing everything which was proper to be asked, --That's a right distinction, _Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_ --I was answered, an' please your honour, that he had no servant with him; ----that he had come to the inn with hired horses, which, upon finding himself unable to proceed (to join, I suppose, the regiment), he had dismissed the morning after he came. --If I get better, my dear, said he, as he gave his purse to his son to pay the man, --we can hire horses from hence. ----But alas! the poor gentleman will never get from hence, said the landlady to me, --for I heard the death-watch all night long; ----and when he dies, the youth, his son, will certainly die with him, for he is broken-hearted already.

It was not till my uncle Toby had knocked the ashes out of his third pipe, that corporal Trim returned from the inn, and gave him this account.
'I despaired, at first,' said the corporal, 'of getting any news of the poor sick lieutenant.'
'He is in the army, then?' said my uncle Toby. 'In what regiment?'
'I'll tell your honour everything as I learnt it,' replied the corporal.
'Then, Trim, I'll fill another pipe,' said my uncle Toby, 'and not interrupt thee; so sit down in the window-seat, Trim, and begin thy story again.'
The corporal bowed, sat down, and began again.
'I despaired at first,' said he, 'of getting any news of the lieutenant and his son; for when I asked where his servant was, from whom I could make enquiries, I was told that he had no servant with him; that he had come to the inn with hired horses.
'"If I get better, my dear," said he, giving his purse to his son to pay the man, "we can hire horses again."
'"But alas! the poor gentleman will never leave here," said the landlady to me, "for I heard the death-watch all night long; and when he dies, his son will certainly die too, for he is broken-hearted."
