The widow stared in silence.
"How--how d'ye do, Mrs.Beasley ?" faltered Mr.Bangs, not forgetting to raise his voice.

"I hope you're lookin' as well as you feel.

I mean, I hope you're smart." Mrs.Beasley nodded decisively.
"Yes," she answered.

"I'm pretty toler'ble, thank you.

What was the matter, Mr.Bangs?
Why didn't you come in?
Do you usually make your calls round the corner ?" The gentleman addressed seemed unable to reply.