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together, How far the cause of all these vexations might, or might not, have arisen out of himself.
In short, he had so many little subjects of disquietude springing out of this one affair, all fretting successively in his mind as they rose up in it, that my mother, whatever was her journey up, had but an uneasy journey of it down.—In a word, as she complained to my uncle Toby, he would have tired out the patience of any flesh alive.
CHAP. XVII.
THough my father travelled homewards, as I told you, in none of the best of moods,—pshaw-ing and pishing all the way down,—yet he had the com-
