how-do-you-do

“How do you do, Miss Lumley?” said Mrs. Worthington, clasping her hand.

“Beowulf Incorrigible. How do you do?”

He cast his eyes about the room and said, “Mmmph mmmph mmmph mmmph?” by which he obviously meant, “How do you do?”

“How do you do, miss? Simon Harley-Dickinson, at your service. I live upstairs.”

“I am Miss Penelope Lumley. How do you do?”