obb'd a sob or two--then open'd her eyes--the corporal wiped
'em with the bottom of her apron--she then open'd her heart and told him
all.

Chapter 4.LXXXIX.

My uncle Toby and the corporal had gone on separately with their
operations the greatest part of the campaign, and as effectually cut
off from all communication of what either the one or the other had been
doing, as if they had been separated from each other by the Maes or the
Sambre.

My uncle Toby, on his side, had presented himself every afternoon in his
red and silver, and blue and gold alternately, and sustained an infinity
of attacks in them, without knowing them to be attacks--and so had
nothing to communicate--

The corporal, on his side, in taking Bridget, by it had gain'd
considerable advantages--and consequently had much to communicate--but
what were the advantages--as well as what was the manner by which he had
seiz'd them, required so nice an historian, that the corporal durst not
venture upon it; and as sensible as he was of glory, would rather have
been contented to have gone bareheaded and without laurels for ever,
than torture his master's modesty for a single moment--

--Best of honest and gallant servants!--But I have apostrophiz'd thee,
Trim! once before--and could I apotheosize thee also (that is to say)
with good company--I would do it without ceremony in the very next page.

Chapter 4.XC.

Now my uncle Toby had one evening laid down his pipe upon the table,
and was counting over to himself upon his finger ends (beginning at his
thumb) all Mrs. Wadman's perfections one by one; and happening two or
three times together, either by omitting some, or counting others twice
over, to puzzle himself sadly before he could get beyond his middle
finger--Prithee, Trim! said he, taking up his pipe again,--bring me a
pen and ink: Trim brought paper also.

Take a full sheet--Trim! said my uncle Toby, making a sign with his pipe
at the same time to take a chair and sit down close by him at the table.
The corporal obeyed--placed the paper directly before him--took a pen,
and dipp'd it in the ink.

--She has a thousand virtues, Trim! said my uncle Toby--

Am I to set them down, an' please your honour? quoth the corporal.

--But they must be taken in their ranks, replied my uncle Toby; for of
them all, Trim, that which wins me most, and which is a security for
all the rest, is the compassionate turn and singular humanity of her
character--