What was Pleuro?
Lady Bridget wondered, but she was not sufficiently interested in cattle to ask the question.

And the Unionist labour men were making themselves a nuisance--going round the stations burning the grass of squatters who employed non-Union stockmen and shearers--in one instance, threatening to burn a woolshed.

And there hadn't been any rain on the Leura for a month past, and weather prophets were predicting a drought.
It was dreadfully prosaic and boring.

After he had gone out again to transact further business, Lady Bridget went to bed and squirmed between the cotton sheets, remembering ruefully the luxuries of Government House.

Never in all her life had she slept between cotton sheets or washed herself in an enamelled tin basin.