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Then there are the frequent thirty-twos, average "clever creatures" in this mental age, wherein no one can make an ordinary how-d'ye-do acquaintance without being advertised of his or her surprising talents: and to pass by all intermediate sizes, here and there standing by himself, in all the prickly pride of an immortal aloe, some one big pot monopolizes all the cast of earth, domineering over the conservatory as Brutus's colossal Cæsar, or his metempsychosis in a Wellington.
In the living room sat Stolpe, a mason, reading The Working Man. He was in shirt sleeves, and was resting his heavy arms on the table. He read whispering to himself, he had not noticed that a guest was in the room. "Here's some one who would like to say how-d'ye-do to father," said Otto, laying his hand on his father's arm. Stolpe raised his head and looked at Pelle.
Then a fat, untidy old man appeared in the doorway of a cubicle within the shop, and Edwin Clayhanger blushed. "Father, this is Miss Lessways. Miss Lessways, my father.... She's she's come to look over the place." "How-d'ye-do, miss?" She shook hands with the tyrannic father, who was, however, despite his reputation, apparently just as nervous as the son.
In the living room sat Stolpe, a mason, reading The Working Man. He was in shirt sleeves, and was resting his heavy arms on the table. He read whispering to himself, he had not noticed that a guest was in the room. "Here's some one who would like to say how-d'ye-do to father," said Otto, laying his hand on his father's arm. Stolpe raised his head and looked at Pelle.
Fanny made no professions at all, only coldly nodding a "how-d'ye-do," without appearing to notice that Emma wished to shake hands.
How-d'ye-do?" He extended, casually, in the manner of a man preoccupied, a plump, pink left hand. With his right hand he held up and flaunted, for exhibition, a drooping bunch of poppies, poignantly red and green: the subject, very likely, of his preoccupation, for, "Are n't they beauties?" he demanded, and his manner had changed to one of fervour, nothing less.
"Some men is all gruff and bluff, but tender at heart. So's Why, how-d'ye-do, ma'am!" he said, getting up and bowing to Mrs. MacCall, whom he just saw. "I hope I see you well?" The housekeeper was rather amazed as well she might have been; but Tess, who had a good, memory, introduced the old showman quite as a matter of course. "This is Neale's uncle, Mrs. MacCall," she said.
And about this evening well, I've changed my mind. You need not stop in for Mrs. Bauer. Just say how-d'ye-do to her, and then go out to the Deanery if you like. You see that I trust you, Polly;" his face stiffened, a frown came over it. "I have written a letter to the Dean for you to take; you may read it if you like." She drew the bit of paper out of the envelope with a good deal of curiosity.
Peckover saluted her with a rattling fire of kisses, the report of which was audible above the voluble talking of Mr. Blyth and the boisterous laughter of Zack. "I'll tell you all about how I came here directly, sir; only I couldn't help saying how-d'ye-do in the old way to little Mary to begin with," said Mrs. Peckover apologetically.
"If you want to know," said Helen, with haughtiness, "in the hall, just now that is I I overheard Mr. Dean say something about Emanuel Prockter's singing which I consider very improper." "But we all " "I'm going out into the garden," said Helen. "A pretty how-d'ye-do!" James muttered inaudibly to himself as he meandered to and fro in the hall, observing the manners and customs of Hillport society.