Dr.Dimsdale is my name.

I am the lad's father--just come up from London to see him.
I hope he has not been overworking himself ?" A ghost of a smile played about the woman's face.

"I think not, sir," she answered.
"I almost wish I had come round in the afternoon," said the visitor, standing with his thick legs astride upon the door-mat.

"It seems a pity to break his chain of thought.

The morning is his time for study." "Houts! I wouldna' fash aboot that." "Well! well! The third floor, you say.