"Forty million microbes to each square inch of the Bombay atmosphere." "And we are going to Bombay!" Lady Meadowcroft exclaimed, aghast.
"You must have known there was plague there, my dear," Sir Ivor put in, soothingly, with a deprecating glance.

"It's been in all the papers.

But only the natives get it." The thumb uncovered itself a little.

"Oh, only the natives!" Lady Meadowcroft echoed, relieved; as if a few thousand Hindus more or less would hardly be missed among the blessings of British rule in India.
"You know, Ivor, I never read those DREADFUL things in the papers.

_I_ read the Society news, and Our Social Diary, and columns that are headed 'Mainly About People.' I don't care for anything but the Morning Post and the World and Truth.