Thomas Hardy,
The Mayor of Casterbridge — Chapter 33
(1886)
“ Henchard, with withering humility of demeanour, touched the brim of his hat to her as Whittle and the rest had done, to which she breathed a dead-alive "Good afternoon.""I beg your pardon, ma'am?" said Henchard, as if he had not heard."I said good afternoon," she faltered."O yes, good afternoon, ma'am," he replied, touching his hat again. "I am glad to see you, ma'am." Lucetta looked embarrassed, and Henchard continued: "For we humble workmen here feel it a great honour that a lady should look in and take an interest in us." ”
