Your Honour understands these matters, replied Corporal _Trim_, better than any officer in his Majesty’s service;——but would your Honour please to let the bespeaking of the table alone, and let us but go into the country, I would work under your Honour’s directions like a horse, and make fortifications for you something like a tansy, with all their batteries, saps, ditches, and palisadoes, that it should be worth all the world’s riding twenty miles to go and see it. My uncle _Toby_ blushed as red as scarlet as _Trim_ went on;—but it was not a blush of guilt,—of modesty,—or of anger,—it was a blush of joy;—he was fired with Corporal _Trim_’s project and description.—_Trim!_ said my uncle _Toby_, thou hast said enough.—We might begin the campaign, continued _Trim_, on the very day that his Majesty and the Allies take the field, and demolish them town by town as fast as—_Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, say no more. Your Honour, continued _Trim_, might sit in your arm-chair (pointing to it) this fine weather, giving me your orders, and I would——Say no more, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_——Besides, your Honour would get not only pleasure and good pastime—but good air, and good exercise, and good health,—and your Honour’s wound would be well in a month. Thou hast said enough, _Trim_,—quoth my uncle _Toby_ (putting his hand into his breeches-pocket)——I like thy project mightily.—And if your Honour pleases, I’ll this moment go and buy a pioneer’s spade to take down with us, and I’ll bespeak a shovel and a pick-axe, and a couple of——Say no more, _Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, leaping up upon one leg, quite overcome with rapture,—and thrusting a guinea into _Trim_’s hand,—_Trim_, said my uncle _Toby_, say no more;—but go down, _Trim_, this moment, my lad, and bring up my supper this instant. _Trim_ ran down and brought up his master’s supper,—to no purpose:—_Trim_’s plan of operation ran so in my uncle _Toby_’s head, he could not taste it.—_Trim_, quoth my uncle _Toby_, get me to bed.—’Twas all one.—Corporal _Trim_’s description had fired his imagination,—my uncle _Toby_ could not shut his eyes.—The more he considered it, the more bewitching the scene appeared to him;—so that, two full hours before day-light, he had come to a final determination and had concerted the whole plan of his and Corporal _Trim_’s decampment.