Good-evening

"Good-evening," said he, looking through the window. "I wanted to have a word with you."

Instead of passing the house towards the town, he turned up to the door and rode toward her. She was too familiar with the scenes of danger, and the incidents of those warlike times to feel alarm, and waited quietly his approach to the door-stone. / “Good-evening, maiden,” he said with a foreign accent; “I pray you give me your hospitality a brief space—I and my horse are both wounded, and he will carry me no farther, I fear.”

Well, the long and the short of it was that Donald let the hide go, and, that very evening, who but he should walk up to Hudden’s door? / “Good-evening, Hudden. Will you lend me your best pair of scales?”

Abe’s Gran was standing in the doorway. ‘Good-evening,’ she said. She was holding a tin mug in each hand. / ‘Good-evening, Mrs Tanner,’ Sam said.