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This is just my way I am always a little cold and reserved at first, particularly to people whom I neither know nor care for and am only to be completely won by long intimacy. Besides, why should I have been sociable to the crowd of how-d'ye-do acquaintances that flocked around me at my first appearance?
"Why, my boy," he said, waving a hand to the spirits and liqueurs, "full bottles and unopened boxes? Tut, tut! here's a pretty how-d'ye-do. Is this the way you toast the home quarters? You're a fine soldier for an old mess!" So saying, he poured out some whiskey, then opened the box of cigars and pushed them towards his brother.
"It's only me!" exclaimed a woman's voice in the passage. Félicie, slipping on her pink petticoat, begged the doctor to open the door. Enter Madame Doulce, a lady who was allowing her massive person to run to seed, although she had long contrived to hold it together on the boards, compelling it to assume the dignity proper to aristocratic mothers. "Well, my dear! How-d'ye-do, doctor!
Hare, with his green coat and straw-coloured whiskers; or Sir Henry Foxglove, with his how-d'ye-do like a view-halloo; perhaps, indeed, Colonel Legard, he is handsome. What! do you blush at his name? No; you say 'not Legard: who else is there?" "You are cruel; you trifle with me!" said Evelyn, in tearful reproach; and she rose to go to her own room.
Singleton's office," and he conducted us along a corridor and into a large, barely-furnished room, where we found a sedate-looking gentleman seated at a large writing table. "How-d'ye-do, doctor?" said the latter, rising and holding out his hand. "I can guess what you've come for. Want to see that thumb-print, eh?"
The lights were shining through the drawing-room windows. My aunt was sitting working, and sweet Alice Marlow had a book before her. They both looked very sad, I thought. I tapped at the window, which opened to the ground, to call their attention, and grinned a "How-d'ye-do" through the glass.
Then he was observed by his son to be humming and hawing, somewhat in the manner of ourselves when asked to say a few words at a public dinner. This was Adrian's report to Irene later. "Had a visitor to-day s'pose they told you Lady Ancester. Sorry your mother wasn't up to seeing her." "I know. We passed her coming away. Said how-d'ye-do in a hurry. What had her ladyship got to say for herself?"
"Why, my boy," he said, waving a hand to the spirits and liqueurs, "full bottles and unopened boxes? Tut, tut! here's a pretty how-d'ye-do. Is this the way you toast the home quarters? You're a fine soldier for an old mess!" So saying, he poured out some whiskey, then opened the box of cigars and pushed them towards his brother.
"First off, he was still; then, findin' himself in a confidential crowd, and bustin' to let us know, his trouble, he told us all about it. He'd never spoke to the girl, it seems, more'n to say, 'How-d'ye-do, ma'am, and blush, and sit on his hat, and make curious moves with them hands and feet; but there come another feller along, and Alexander quit. "'You got away? says Scraggs.
You know Monsieur de Géry he, with my old friend Cardailhac, whom I introduce to you, make up the first batch. But others are coming. Prepare for a terrible how-d'ye-do. We receive the bey in four days." "The bey again!" said the good woman in dismay. "I thought he was dead." Jansoulet and his guests could but laugh at her comical alarm, heightened by her Southern accent.
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