Mrs. _Wadman_ naturally looked down, upon a slit she had been darning up in her apron, in expectation every moment, that my uncle _Toby_ would go on; but having no talents for amplification, and Love moreover of all others being a subject of which he was the least a master ----When he had told Mrs. _Wadman_ once that he loved her, he let it alone, and left the matter to work after its own way.

Mrs. Wadman naturally looked down, expecting that my uncle Toby would go on; but having no talents for amplification, and Love being a subject of which he had no mastery - having told her once that he loved her, he let it alone, and left the matter to work its own way.
