We asked if anybody had seen the doctor.

No: it was not the doctor's day for visiting Dimchurch.

I had heard the landlord of the Gross Hands described as a capable and respectable man; and I suggested stopping at the inn, and taking him with us.

Mr.Finch instantly brightened at that proposal.
His sense of his own importance rose again, like the mercury in a thermometer when you put it into a warm bath.
"Exactly what I was about to suggest," he said.

"Gootheridge of the Gross Hands is a very worthy person--for his station in life.