Ah, well; this is Matching.

That other gate we passed, where Dandy wanted to turn in,--that's where we usually go up, but I've brought you round to show you the town.

That's the inn,--whoever can possibly come to stay there I don't know; I never saw anybody go in or out.

That's the baker who bakes our bread,--we baked it at the house at first, but nobody could eat it; and I know that that man there mends Mr Palliser's shoes.

He's very particular about his shoes.