Mrs.Dunn's foot tapped the rug impatiently.
She wished him to begin the conversation, and he would not.

At length, in desperation, she began it herself.
"I suppose you find New York rather different from--er--North--er--" "From South Denboro?
Yes, ma'am." "Do you like the city life ?" "Well, I don't know, ma'am." "Not as well as you do that of the country, doubtless." "Well, you see, I ain't had so much of it." "No, of course not.

It does so depend upon what one is accustomed to.
Now I fancy I should be perfectly desperate in your village." One corner of Captain Elisha's mouth curled upward.
"I shouldn't be surprised," he admitted.
"Desperately lonely, I mean." "Yes'm.

I judged that was what you meant.

Still, folks can be lonesome in New York." "Perhaps.