The choleric face which Mr Meagles turned upon him smoothed when he saw who it was, and he put out his friendly hand.
'How are you ?' said Mr Meagles.

'How d'ye do?
I have only just come over from abroad.

I am glad to see you.' 'And I am rejoiced to see you.' 'Thank'ee.

Thank'ee!' 'Mrs Meagles and your daughter-- ?' 'Are as well as possible,' said Mr Meagles.

'I only wish you had come upon me in a more prepossessing condition as to coolness.' Though it was anything but a hot day, Mr Meagles was in a heated state that attracted the attention of the passersby; more particularly as he leaned his back against a railing, took off his hat and cravat, and heartily rubbed his steaming head and face, and his reddened ears and neck, without the least regard for public opinion.
'Whew!' said Mr Meagles, dressing again.